Album: other songs

Milkmaids

Darling don't you know after I've bathed with you,
I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used.
I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep,
I'm going to brush your teeth whilst your asleep.

Why don't you twist with me, it must be a temptation.
And pity my poor heart I'm a writer of erotic fiction.

Those pictures they used were not really you,
they gave you airbrushed limbs that were stretched too far apart.
Honey, have you got a real heart.

Just buck like a dog on heat, Christ what a sensation!
And pity my poor soul I'm a writer of erotic fiction.

My amorous breath will be filling up your lungs whilst the crooks in the suburbs
will be fornicating milkmaids,
When I start tearing off those sexy clothes,
I will howl out your name and I will rattle those bones.

Those sequined second seconds are not what I need.
I just want to fuck until I bleed.
But how long will that be.

Just kiss me full on the lips.
Just kiss me full on the lips.