Boy-hungry

(words / music : J.Williams)

You can tell one by the raffia atop their dotty faces,
You can smell one by their subtle perfume, from fifty paces.
You may laugh but she will hold you down,
And you’ll love the domination
But remember one can hold a drink,
Yet not a conversation.

I say
Stay coy and free, she is boy-hungry,
And little good would be damned,
If one should feel enamoured,
I said
Stand by your beds! She is boy-hungry,
And she’ll swallow it, spit it out on your Life,
Doubled over with doubt.

And the pigeon-hole she’d box you in,
Is called a coffin.
Coz she heard it from the birds who said that:
‘Boys aren’t understanding’
And she’ll scour all the magazines with SEX
Upon the covers,
But she’ll lay there like a sack o’ spuds
Hoping you’d be both lovers.

Rpt.CHORUS +
..doubt…doubt…
Dolly you can deal me out.

Plummeting to Planet Mirth you’ve woken on the wet part
Thinking,’this is all I’m worthy of’,
With such a brazen heart.
And your marriage flies, she is dry,
Cold and uninviting,
Like the dinner after you’re late home,
Plated up and waiting.

Rpt CHORUS+
…doubt…doubt..
‘Honey’ you can deal me out.
…out…out…..
And she’ll give love sure enough
But she’ll never ever give in to you.


© Once and Future Songs 2003