Ooooh, ahhhh

I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you to death
Left nothing more than the circle of stubble rash around your chest
My life was saved by a packet of nineteen cigarettes
Carried in my left breast pocket, for a closest friend
sleeping bag on the floor twists hips like buffalo horns 
They said, "that boy's too lazy", you were clearly forewarned
jealous ex silenced the room 
(Shhhhh)
He said that you were a [bad word] 
"Do you kiss your mummy's lips with that mouth?".

Ooooh, ahhhh

She imagined everything I said in falsetto;
The only way to justify my childish despair
I spent my last six fifty in a public phone box,
(Graffited genitalia from the ceiling to the floor)
Play reckless, rapid like a [bad word] machine.
I see gargoyles in the floral of the duvet cover,
You see melodrama move from one sentence to the other.
Many years practice of speaking in hushed tones