He said he was going to write her a letter.
He was self-centred though sweet.
He was a marvel at rubbing her feet.
He was a marvel at rubbing her feet.
He liked her steak puddings,
Followed by her loving.
You’d think at the least he might tweet
Followed by her loving.
You’d think at the least he might tweet
Well they say it is all for the pests.
And surely he was one of the best.
A catapult of dried cat food
Would’ve made him even more rude.
Ah,well,dear God, this life’s a test.
A catapult of dried cat food
Would’ve made him even more rude.
Ah,well,dear God, this life’s a test.
Is love ever wasted d’you think?
Do we learn from it even at the brink?
We ought to collect it
Then we’d inspect it.
And use it to sweeten the drink
Do we learn from it even at the brink?
We ought to collect it
Then we’d inspect it.
And use it to sweeten the drink
How my heart sings 