picnic on the edge

cuddle and wait

a huddle on the floor

cool cats all a muddle at the door

what a bore. badger just score

barking at the dark

face like a basking jar

she's a dark princess

she doesn't really need this

shes waiting vivid west wood

do you mind if i kiss you?

have a little cuddle?

there's no way that's going to go

silly little rave queen

mumbling dirty options

sitting on my lap

who am i the sort of chap

watching you dance

a bit scared now

then badgers snuggling up

with ambitions

breaking my love

and all the posh girls are laughing

and i've got to think quick

who am i

who am i!

so the taxi

drives off into the mistic

and i bid fairwell to you

i'm stuck a badger

and his crew lowing it down in poetry

i'll sit on this fence forever

except all living