Monday, July 26, 2010

Love Me Sexy by Jackie Moon.

My wrist no watch, just a reminder,
Drugs aren't the answer but they make people seem kinder,
If you got something to say lad, say it to my frilly lace,
And if you don't comprehend my slang then you won't be keeping up the pace,
Like the kid from the Smoking ads, you be outside of the party, try step inside, get a sideswipe from Marty,
Cos he's just one of the members of the cult and boy, we got plenty more, established from Perth, migrated to Adelaide, Melbourne, London and Singapore.
I know a guy who knows a guy who can get me something on the cheap,
Can't blame a guy for just trying to eat,
Feed whatever habit you got, like stuffed nuns and potatoes, migrate upwards like scrolling back in Halo.

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