Lust is always right
Demanding jealous mistress
Never ending want
Saturday I am out
Sunday you have the kids
The good seed, long dead
We all long for it
Deny it while sober
A few bourbons later
We cry for it
on a friend’s shoulder
Saturday I am out
Sunday you have the kids
The good seed long dead
No favourites, you say
Just Jenny, Mandy and Mary
Dancing
Dancing
In the rear mirror
Of feelings
Saturday I am out
Sunday you have the kids
The good seed long dead
Yellow, blue, grey
Matching jumpers
Desire in a ramp
Bouncing back
To those golden days
Of imperfect perfection
A shotgun wedding
With the rule of law
Saturday I am out
Sunday you have the kids
The good seed long dead
Fallen curtain, hidden veil
Muddy waters, sweet twinge
Balacing the tightrope
Of day and night
Raised eyebrows
Unfruitful search of mellow
Evenings riddled with
Joyfull seeds of lust
