baxter dury
happy soup
cuddle and wait a huddle on the floor cool cats all in a muddle at the door what a bore. badger just scored barking in the dark face like they're basking each other she's a dark princess she doesn't really need this she's wearing a vivienne westwood do you mind if i kiss you? have a little cuddle? there's no way that's gonna go silly little rave queen mumbling dirty options sitting on my lap who am i the sort of chap watching you dance a bit scared now then badgers snuggling up with ambitions breaking my love and all the posh girls are laughing and i've got to think quick who am i? who am i? so the taxi drives off into the mystic and i bid farewell to you i'm stuck a badger and his crew lowing it down in poetry will i sit on this fence forever acceptable living surely not you well you were never there in the first place were you?,