You'd already been half an hour with pre-clubbing shower and I'd always planned to have a look in your special winnie the book. the place was marked and it was there in blue and white - it simply, "paul stayed last night."
Next I was on the bog and you got on one knee. You were your innocence and you started to cry as I started to pee.
You said, "i didn't shag him, he on the couch in the kitchen. He as well be a girl, he's a good for a laugh and he's good for bitchin'."
You said never be willing or able. And he like he was made on a fucking table. Although, to be fair, I think he hides the bolts quite well, but as soon as he opens his mouth you can tell. I had just assumed you'd completely gone off shagging and I can you seen you with your new uni pals, standing bragging. now he's your boyfriend and I know you talking shite but you still de It when I met you at someone's birthday the other night.
You said, "i didn't shag him, he slept on the couch in the kitchen. we have a good laugh when sitting bitchin'."
The words that you used to think turned me on just made me laugh - "do you want to suck my cunt? " in real life just naff. And when we were with your friends I as well might of been no one. And you can't get over your dead dog - well it one to know one.