There's not a lot that you can do in this van,. With these fine young boys.. Stuck in confined spaces,. The pram has only so many toys.. . You fall in love with girls in hi-viz jackets,.
I am the defector. And you?re the farmer?s daughter. You been teasing us farm boys. Till we start talkin? about those rabbits, George. Oh won?t you tell us ?bout those rabbits, George.
The dog-eared Disprin, in your handbag. A gathering of crumbs and, twenty fags. I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins. I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind.
My tongue is scailing the North face of your neck. And we're glaring like warriors but,. I've a feelin' you won't look at me that way in the morning. 'cause lately you seem less sure of this thing.