Saturday, February 4, 2012

Quick Fuck

My dear brother, from another mother
Yes man, i am talking to you, Jay.
I wrote to you through post and mail,
I wrote them when i was doing time, was in jail.
May be i fucked up your address,
But good it didn't reach you
otherwise i would have regret it.

I was listening to the song you wrote
while shoving religion down my throat.
You said if you had a girl problem
I feel bad for you, son.
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.

But trust me, one woman
is enough to mess your brain.
Remember Casablanca man,
Bogey almost missed his train.

She'll whisper nice things in your ear
Hold on man, lemme buy another beer.
My tale is sad one, it would need some boozing,
See my pupils are dilating now, the pain is easing.

Hey there stranger, let me buy you a drink,
You seem you are almost on the brink.
You see dear woman,
All i need is a quick fuck.
Forget you arms
I want your legs around me.

We just have to pretend to be lovers
Whatever transpires it'll be under covers.
Well she said good luck to you
I am sorry but butches i don't screw.

Oh geez! You are not gay that so sad,
But anyways giving me your number won't be so bad.
Lemme give you a call,
May be next time, we'll have a ball.
But till then i bid you goodbye,
Let me try my hand someplace else.
I ain't shy

No comments:

Post a Comment