Kinky Helen


Her face wouldn’t launch a thousand ships, but she was pretty enough.
Came-from-the-side-o’town where swans have two necks, not my side of rough.
A day on the rebound out looking for fun, was she searchin’ for love?
If I’d-a known then what I know now! Ohh I didn’t know my luck!

Where is she now? Between Hell and Heaven, (Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
I often think of you, my

Kinky Helen

She’d dress in skirts which hugged heavenly hips, ‘n’ I was wearin’ rags.
Alone she’d leave on the expensive lace, she was a smokin’ shag.
Spoke-with-the airs and grace of a baroness, but’er mind deep in the gutter.
She’d look down on me and take a piss, before she’d let me fuck ‘er.

Where is she now? Between Hell and Heaven,
You are always on my mind, my

CHORUS

What was I thinkin’? What was my aim?
She was high-class perversion, an’ I was too lame.

PRE-CHORUS

CHORUS

©2.5.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45024/sister-helen
She was high-class perversion, an’ I was fair game/too tame/lame.


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