His new-found friends
Got him sweating all night
He'll lick and kiss their necks

Until they come down his throat

Day by day

He wipes the crust from his eyes
Takes the bottle in his hand
Oh, now, he's in demand


A thousand messages
But not a soul in his bed


Just shout and shout
He places them on a shelf

By two, he's getting off
Reaches for them again


Nakes limbs
A sweating chest
It takes more than?

To keep this heart running
I give in!
It is nothing sure