I bin searchin’ for a long time, an’ X marks the spot.
She got a whole lotta lovin’, an’ I like that a lot!
I ain’t technic’lly able, she ain’t technic’lly free,
but we’re on the road to all the way, let’s suck it an’ see.
She does nothin’ for money, an’/but everythin’ for me/free.
Naggin’ voice in my head says: if it flies, floats or fucks…
I got no face to save, give her one more for good luck.
There’s a party ev’ry weekend, she’s the belle of the ball,
an’ ahm workin’ my balls off, to pay for it all.
Some say money is the root of all evil,
and you can’t buy happiness.
But I spend coin like a drunken sailor,
like I own a printin’ press.
Just to impress.
Free sex is expensive, just like the voices said:
Playin’ Russian roulette with an AK at ya’ head.
Up to my neck in bad debt, an’ ahm kne-e-e de-e-ep in hock.
The best things in life are buckshee, but upkeep costs a lot.
©6.1.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman
That voice in my head says: if it flies, floats or fucks…
The best things in life are free, but the licence/upkeep costs a lot.
More fun/Better off playin’ Russian roulette with an AK at ya’ head.
Up to my neck in trouble, an’ ahm kne-e-e de-e-ep in hock/debt.
Like playin’ Russian roulette with an automatic AK.