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bill wells & aidan moffat – glasgow jubilee كلمات اغاني

“we could all be dead tomorrow”, says the wh0r- to the hero
“and for handsome squaddies like yourself, my fee’s reduced to zero
i can be your pin-up girl, your bargain playboy bunny.”
so they do it by the river, then she asks “where’s my f-cking money?”

the soldier soon goes clubbing, pulls a tidy bit of skirt
and he pumps her in the car park, but no sooner has he spurt
than he says “i’m going back inside, the night’s still young for me.”
the girl says “go and get your wife. and by the way, my name’s marie.”

marie’s at work the next day and her boss is being sleazy
she’s always known he spies on her and he’s always known she’s easy
so she lets him f-ck her during lunch, surrenders to his will
then he f-cks off to the pub and she starts fiddling the till

the boss meets a married woman, sneaks her up into his flat
as she lets him take her dress off, she says “aren’t we here to chat?”
but the boss can’t get it up, he claims his p-ssion is too stressful
but soon he gets a second wind and this time he’s successful

that night in bed the married woman gets a big surprise
as her rarely frisky husband grunts and thrusts between her thighs
he says “our sanct-ty is sacred, forget all those women prior –
they were nothing more than wh0r-s, and i could never love a liar.”

the next night he pulls a sweet young thing and fills her full of drink
he says “i bet you’ve had a boy or two”, she says “less than you might think.”
resistance turns to resignation, as the naked pair recline
she says “tell the truth – did you put something funny in my wine?”

the next day in my dark room, i sing that sweet young thing a song
she says “you better f-ck me quick because i won’t be staying long
and your lyrics are the ramblings of a lonely solipsist”
i said “i’m playing sunday night – shall i put you on the list?”

but she was nowhere to be seen when i gave the audience a scan
so i prowled around the venue, searching for a willing fan
i grabbed a little groupie with doc martens and blue hair
i even offered her my number but she clearly couldn’t care

she said “you’re just a p-ssing fancy, just a randy little laddie
and i save up all the good stuff for my darling sugar daddy –
i’m meeting him tomorrow and i plan to suck him dry.”
then she pulled back up her knickers and she kissed my c-ck goodbye

one day soon the sugar daddy wakes up with a wh0r-
hungover and ashamed, he’ll try to creep out through the door
but the prost-tute awakens to find his eyes so full of sorrow
and says “don’t let it get you down – we could all be dead tomorrow”

- bill wells aidan moffat

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