The Enjoyers Met her late last night to say affections gone
We enjoyed another night, kinda wrong
And no matter how hard I try
I’m gonna go back there again sometime
Hands in pockets and my eyes looking down
The walk home, so [bad word] proud
I got a featherweight moral sense
I walk with me there’s no suspense
Why be inconsiderate debris
Clearly, it’s so [bad word] pleasant
Hardly any point but she’s getting [bad word] herself to a pocket on a roulette
What are the odds of avoiding harm when you can
I just don’t know, I’ve never been a gambling man and she said:
Why be inconsiderate debris
Clearly, it’s so [bad word] pleasant
And I thought of the myriad
Diseases of the venereal kind
Signed, the ones you didn’t have to [bad word] I’ve been genetically programmed to [bad word] Every girl that I see on the street, in the world
You’re no exception, she’s no exception
I ought to do my best to get you on my erection
If you’re gonna bring a brand new meaning
To the word, infidelity
Know if it’s the lightest burden
Or on the contrary
The Enjoyers