'Till we met i thought "lust" was a label

Till we met I thought "lust" was a label,
Abused in bravado and fable.
Then I saw you sat there,
with your bum on the chair
and your jubblies resting on the table.

No need for special adjusters

No need for special adjusters,
or clamps to keep them in clusters.
In your black lacy bra,
perpendicular,
perfectly appointed blockbusters

On occasion when my face looks moonish

On occasion when my face looks moonish,
I am thinking of you being nudish.
At least ten times a day,
my face looks that way.
I am waiting for it to be soonish!

Yes here's wanton girls on the net

Yes there's wanton girls on the net,
who promise they're well worth the sweat.
But I'll weather the wait,
like a bull at the gate.
Unfettered, you're better, you bet.

It never fails to arouse

It never fails to arouse,

the virtues I'll ever espouse,

I love the cold mornings,

blue skies, Jack Frost calling,

when your nipples stick out through your blouse

Just the thought and my little heart sings

Just the thought and my little heart sings,

all swollen with pictures and things

grace and beauty to spare,

legs apart in the air,

waving like butterfly wings

Stories like this won't be told

Stories like this won't be told,

of the cramp and the softness and cold

sorry for last night

so keen yet contrite

I made a happy man feel very old

When the frosty eyes turn into crystals

When the frosty eyes turn into crystals,
I bet that they wish they had pistols
As I know it offends,
when we're out with your friends
And I can't keep my eyes off your bristols

Some women are selfish, some mock

Some women are selfish, some mock

Some are as cold as damp rock

But you're peerless my dear!!!

Could you see your way clear

to letting me lift up your frock?

As a delicacy there's none finer

As a delicacy there's none finer,

with this particular diner,

For when it comes to the crunch,

my favorite munch,

is your pipsi when we sixty niner.

Although always in awe of your face

although always in awe of your face,

I have found there's a time and a place,

For something astounding,

that gets my heart pounding

your body all wrapped up in lace

Taj Mahal or wild jungle clearings

Taj Mahal or wild jungle clearings

any building thats one of Frank Gearey's

But there's no finer sight

on a saturday night

than you with your knees worn as earings

Ale and gin are my favourite tipples

Ale and gin are my favorite tipples

if asked, put me down for some triples.

But give me choice what to suck?

I will give them no truck

Just give me some ice and your nipples

The throttle I will gun up

The throttle I will gun up,

the car will do a ton up

put your drink to one side

and open 'em wide.

I'm about to start my run up

When deciding what goes underneath

When deciding what goes underneath

here is a personal brief

When purchasing knickers

there is nothing slicker

than ones I can take off with my teeth

There's no need to search Ashkenazi

There's no need to search Ashkenazi.

Or scour the streets of Benghazi

In the world cup of tits,

the winners plaudits

go to Swiss Valley's "Boom boom Nastazi"

The world's got some miserable gits

The world's got some miserable gits,

who wail and are generally in bits.

Coz they're not like me.

On they're birthdays you see,

They don't get to come on your tits

I don't like a girl who's all angles

I don't like a girl who's all angles,

elbows, knees, bones and triangles,

It's your soft gentle curves

that rattle my nerves,

not forgetting your tattybeaujangles

I've attended the lectures and talks

I've attended the lectures and talks,

pondered endlessly out on my walks

And the meaning of life,

IS my beautiful wife,

rubbing baby oil into her norks. xx