as your long touseled hair teases my bare shoulders, and my slender drunken hands grab at whatever I daren't really grab in public, a LAD pushes past and the words travelling on his spit are "so, are you doing that for attention?"
I look at the hot foreign chick I was just making out with on the sticky dancefloor of a cheap bar and the word tossing around my brain like a windows 97 screen saver is wanker wanker wanker
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