Anorgasmic


Pushin’ the edge, complete control, playin’ around the water hole,
An echo racin’ ’round my mind, a reputation I quite like!
But I got it wrong, so it seems, they’re all thirstin’ for my baby cream.
Soft voices whisper, where I’m known, seems I sit upon a lonely throne.

Not like I ain’t enthusiastic,
‘n’ I don’t mean to be dramatic

put simply I’m Anorgasmic.

Got nothing to do with you, my dear, it’s not because I’m old or queer!
Your beauty stuns (me), I hope you know, I like to savour, take things slow.
I’m talked about amongst the whores, my only fear’s you might get bored,
do closed eyes betray thoughts of Casanova, or are you in a fearful coma?

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CHORUS

I half suspect you’re watchin’ the clock,
but I’ve no intention of goin’ off half-cock.

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©15.5.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

I don’t need solace or x console
I thought x x x x fantastic,
Pushin’ the edge, total control, playin’ around the water hole,

An echo racin’ ’round my mind, a reputation I quite like!
Soft voices whisper where I’m known, seems I sit upon a lonely throne.
Pushin’ the edge, complete control, playin’ around the water hole,
But I got it wrong, so it seems, they’re all thirstin’ for my baby cream.


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