Those summers we spent together
You'd love, you'd care
For my l'Oreal hair
But it had to end
and there, girlfriend,
we made a sweet farewell, you stroked my locks
then I sailed off from the docks
All of sudden I realise I need a haircuit
And together we never will be
(, Sun 27 Mar 2005, 22:51, archived)
Those summers we spent together
screwing gently in the heather
You'd love, you'd care
For my pubic hair
But I infected my end
and there, girlfriend,
I visted a GP, he said Hepatitis B
they found lumps in my rocks
My love life left the docks
All of sudden I realise I need a haircut
I wonder if the shop is still open at 6?
(, Sun 27 Mar 2005, 23:00, archived)