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In this life,
there's a couple of certs, one is death, the other's a nurse
Lucy's old, they say she's past it, but I gave her one, and her tits
are that big.
They said: 'Bollocks, they're made of plastic!' And that I never touched
But that's just batshit.
we shagged everywhere, on the washer, in the kitchen,
Twice on the stairs
(Did you fuck, you're making it up)
I got her a
pint, took her back to our house,
'Are you sure you want to play with my little red mouse?'
I found its tail by some loose elastic, the Russians are coming!
This is drastic.
I closed the curtains, sat on her belly, poured dogfood in her cleavage
And thought about ripped wellies
on a haystack, two pounds of tripe to take up the slack
Lucy Lastic we shagged in a skip, dead cats in her knickers, tea
bags on her tits
We did it in a snowdrift in Wildboarclough, but Lucy Lastic was
©1989 The Macc
A room containing white pieces of machinery, women and the fridge.
Washing machine- the square white thing with the round window.
( Only women and poofs know how they work- don't worry about it).