Two’s Company


Yer pays yer money, yer takes yer chance:
One nights sin a criminal romance.
Cross my heart and count my blessin’s,
just like I’d died and gone to heaven.

Whispers ‘n’ fingers meltin’ bonds ‘n’ vows.
She’s workin’ to please ‘n’am gonna do myself proud:

Two’s company – but three’s allowed.

In for a penny, in for a pound,
ain’t only money that makes the world go ’round.
She knocked me out – I was fl-o-o-red,
seein’ more than double – it was wall-to-wall.

Gaspin’ for air, screamin’ out loud.
She’s workin’ to please, am playin’ to the crowd.

CHORUS

Nothin’ ventured, nothin gained, sweet-sweet-sweet nothings.
A lion’s lair, for those who dare, to rent you limb-from-limb.
Growlin’ hot, wild junk yard dogs, lickin’ atta bone.
Businessmen ‘n’ the original sin, before they go back home.

She’s on her back, she’s on her knees!
Two’s company, and three’s a squeeze!

Hanged for a sheep, hanged for a lamb,
I was born to be hanged, so catch me if you can.
‘cos I caught my third wind, three in a row!
I got my balls to the wall till the end of the show.

Gaspin’ for air, screamin’ out loud.
The dirty little tease’ll make her daddy proud.

CHORUS

©25.11.2015 Andrew Robert Chapman

Whispers in my ear “Was I well-endowed?”
Aimin’ to please ‘n’ gonna do myself proud:
Whispers in my ear – I was well-endowed,
spoiled for choice, but gonna do myself proud:

Nothin’ ventured, nothin gained, belie–evin’ sweet nothings.
I don’t know, if I’d go, marchin’ in alone.
A lion’s lair, if you dare, to tear you limb-from-limb.
Get it hot, give it all ya got, tails I lose, heads you win.

for one nights sinnin’ lovin’ an’ romance.
the art of sinnin’
Maybe I’d died and gone to heaven,
don’t believe my eyes, but countin’ my blessin’s.

Gonna keep on cummin, till it’s time to go.
Gonna hold on tight till the end of the show.


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