Sex With Nobody

We're here to help
 Catching canaries is all part of the job
 Those of you who are way ahead of me
 Could say something about a bird in the hand
 being worth two in the bathroom or something
 She's grateful, of course, very grateful
 And invites me to stay for tea and a bit of cake
 What would you do?
 Never got along with many heads
 Never got along with feds
 Couldn't sleep in girls' beds, had to fled
 After I fuck and after I bust
 I had to duck, get the night bus home
 Now I'm getting the bus home
 Stumbling home
 She's Wandering home
 Through Holloway Road
 She wants me to do her behind the...
 What would you do?
 Man I got too much respect for you, baby girl
 We don't have to do that right now
 I mean it would be fun, but when the sun comes up
 Man, I think to myself, " boy what have I done?"
 I'm like fuck, I got a little bit of luck
 A lot of girls I lick, man they have to get
 Some things don't ever change
 No need to explain (No need to explain)
 He's got a lot on his brain
 He had the same batch since his feet were bound in kickers
 Creating unknown brothers and unknown sisters
 Locked in blood, gunk, fluids and mixtures
 Of sweat, grease chicken, beef and love leaking stitches
 Learning his citizenship he paints naked pictures
 Earned to give her a tip
 She waits on him but he drifted
 She took his eye and now his brain's gifted
 A relaxed marriage on an island in the South Pacific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Closure all over when thoughts got explicit
 He turned off the paper cause he read a seedy snippet
 Perverse scum, their tongues stung and twisted
 They remain in fine light
 But we all know they're devils and they're not with it
 Uncovering these tales are quite horrific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Some men are dogs to be specific
 Some fucking dogs to be specific