Oh, to be young and slutty again
Then I’d not feel cold like this
But one quid just to hang my coat
Did kind of take the piss
Especially when I had scarf and cardi
Gloves and snood and muffs
That didn’t half put me out of pocket
Especially after blowing dough on the good stuff
Right now I’m walking round the lakes
Not falling out the club
The dogs are pulling on the lead
Along the bobbled curb I scuff
Wishing I had that thick juvenile skin
Cos I just ain’t got on enough
Also happy I know where I’m heading
No longer toast looking for its crust
I’ll go in to heating
I’ll go into steady walls and trust
I’ll go into reliability, regularity
Recognition because now it’s only us
There will be no sofa dwellers
No dusty surfaces, mess nor fuss
Tipped the scale the furthest dink
With no chance now to give let hair a run
I love that warm hug of safety
I quite enjoy knowing what’s to come
But there’s only so long
Getting cold on a dog walk
Is my only outlet for fun.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 