Blood

I wish it was someone else's blood on the johnnie. it's in my mouth and under my nails. i wish i'd woken up in someone else's bed. i wish i was the wind in someone else's sails. i've no-one in particular in mind right now. it was inevitable we'd end up in the sack. i should have known you'd want to try again. but i'm looking forward now, i'm not stepping back. and my last lover's playing with a new man now. it's only three weeks we've been apart. they sat together and he sent her flowers. well he can fuc*** keep that fickle disco tart. cos i've had it up to here with little girls. she looked ugly today day, smoking a fag. just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up.
now i'm looking for a woman but i'll settle for a shag.