Bootprints

We sit

We think

We drink

We fall upstairs and dress

Confess the mess our lives are in

Depressed

We rest

We jest

We love ourselves to death

But we reek of garlic breath

And to the bathroom next we rush

We flush

We brush

We splash on smells

We squeeze

We tease

Oh please let me take you now but no

Suppose she knows

We really ought to go

She's picking up the phone

Just you wait 'til we get home

See we're sneaking home

You've got your ripped jeans on

You leave doc bootprints on the lawn

Swearing hard is this girl I used to know

Uncouth words

I miss the girl that I fell for

We arrive

The wives

Want clive

To show us to our seats

He bleats

We speak

Of things we'd like to eat

We cheat

Repeat the order of last week

He shrugs in mock defeat

And ponces off to fetch the wine

We dine

Goes fine

The girls are plied drink

They chink

We wink

And true to form they start to flirt

Their skirts

Are hitched way beyond the decent height

Clive he smiles with sheer delight

How he'd love to take you home

See we're sneaking home

You've got your ripped jeans on

You leave doc bootprints on the lawn

Swearing hard is this girl I used to know

Uncouth words

I miss the girl that I fell for

I hope I'm wrong

It may be drink that woke this hoor inside

Alone she has a rattling in store