A lot of couples when being intimate like to coat each other in chocolate And I’ve heard this can get the girls quite hot but It’s not for me, and you might call me crazy
She seems crisper these days And as I return to the table clutching drinks brittle laughs are telling us all how much happier she is And do we remember the awful times?
Alright love I’m single Yeah Nimble With my fingers As they slither down your back To that bit above the crack In your fleshy arse And I might make a pass At you Here where the house