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Sometimes |
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I hear your whistle as |
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I walk the dogs across the skateboard park, |
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And though |
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I know you've gone uptown |
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I look for you in every doorway on |
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St Mark's, |
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Cause even though |
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I'm not a canine, and my bark is usually benign, |
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Whatever I'm sniffing |
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I'll drop and come running for you. |
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I once said that "I'm not an alcoholic. There's just always something to be celebrated". |
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Well true to form |
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I'm pretty woozy this morning, cause last night |
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I was inebriated. |
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You're next to me so everything must be alright, |
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You're next to me so |
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I must have made it home last night, |
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It can't have been too mortifying, though |
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I do remember trying a handstand against a mirrored wall. |
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But "Oh I love, you let me", |
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And didn't then forget me |
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But took me home so tell me did |
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I fall?You're next to me, so nothing really matters anyway. |
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You're next to me, and |
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I feel like |
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I'm on my holidays |
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And I mean that the |
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British way like lying on a beach sipping through the alcohol, |
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Not the American way which involves religion and is absolutely no fun at all. |
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Not that I mean to demean your lovely nation after all it made you and you're a sensation. |
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The jubilation of our present situation could make me lose the urge for any form of masturbation |
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It's sensational; that you are next to me, so everything must be alright. |
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You are next to me, so |
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I must have made it home last night. |
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You are next to me, so nothing really matters anyway. |
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You are next to me, and |
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I feel like |
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I'm on my holidays. |
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Im amazed that you are next to me. |
