Took the crack to the flicks just the other night,
We were groating on the back row, everything was alright,
Then a smell like a fog turned my mind from s**, I said:
'Close your legs. '
She whispered something in my ear,
But all I wanted to do was go and drink some beer,
Then she did something I didn't understand,
She didn't watch the film, she tried to hold my hand...
'Do you love me? '
'i fuck you, don't I? '
'Do you love me? '
'i fuck you, don't I? '
'Do you love me? '
'Oh, wife, give over. '
I was right confused over what she'd said,
So I sunk ten pints down the old Bear's Head,
Just as I was getting a taste for it, some crack walked in,
And she was fucking fit.
I shouted: 'Eh up! Love! ' and turned on the charm,
I showed her my belly and tattoos on my arm:
'Don't go to Images, have chips instead, '
Two weeks later, this is what she said....
'Do you love me? '
'i fuck you don't I? '
'Do you love me? '
'i fuck you, don't I? '
'Do you love me? '
'i fuck you, don't I? '
'Do you love me? '
'Oh, wife, give over. '
