[00:33.65]I restored your mother's faith in men
[00:37.34]Whilst boring you to death
[00:39.56]Left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest
[00:43.10]My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes
[00:47.01]Carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend
[00:50.44]A sleeping bag on the floor, two slips like buffalo horns
[00:54.25]They said, "that boy's too lazy, you were clearly forewarned"
[00:58.61]A jealous ex silenced the room
[01:00.74]He said that you were a whore
[01:02.50]Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?
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[01:37.85]She imagined everything I said in falsetto
[01:42.80]The only way to justify my childish despair
[01:46.21]I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box
[01:50.57]Graffited genitalia from the ceiling to floor
[01:54.25]Play the reckless, rapid like a fruit machine
[01:57.91]I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover
[02:02.11]You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other
[02:06.23]And many years practice of speaking in hushed tones
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