"We're here to help. Catching canaries is all part of the job. For those of you who are way ahead of me can say something about a bird in the hand being worth two in a bathroom, or something? She's grateful of course. Very grateful, and invites me to stay for tea and a bit of cake. (Laughing) What would you do?"
Never got along with many heads
Never got along with hers
Couldn't sleep in girl's beds
Had to fled
After I fucked and after I bust
I had to not get the nightbus home
Man I'm getting the bus home
I'm coming home
She wandering home
She pondering roads
(?)
(Laughing)
What would you do?
Man I've got too much respect for you
Baby girl, we don't have to, do that right now, I mean
It would be fun, but when the sun comes up
Man I think to myself
Woah, what have I done
I'm like, fuck
I've got a little little luck
A lot of girls I meet, man they have to get
(Do you want me?)
Oh
Oh, some things don't ever change
No need to explain
(No need to explain)
He had the same (?)
Creatin' unknown brothers and unknown sisters Locked in blood, gunk, fluids and mixtures
Sweat, grease, chicken, beef
Love (?) and stitches
Learning to sit in some shit
He paints naked pictures, learn to give her a tip
She waits on him but he's driftin'
She took his eye and now his brain's gifted
A relaxed marriage on an island in the South Pacific
Yeow
Some men are dogs to be specific
Some men are dogs to be specific
Those who love women got explicit
(?) scum that's hung, stung, and twisted
They remain and find light, we will know the devil's they are not women
Uncovering these tales are quite horrific
Some men are dogs to be specific
Some men are dogs to be specific
Some men are dogs to be specific