you like to draw me shadies
cause you think I drag the low end
but I’ve seen you sneaking home
with your knickers in your bag
you’re all fur coat and no morals
I met your kind before
I’m not casting stones
we’re cut from the same cloth
each takes what they need
and some of us need a lot
too much is never enough
to satiate our avaricious hearts
and we bleed for the diversions
that fuel the self importance
which sets us both apart
I expect some arsehole will save you
in time honoured tradition
buy you a nice suburban house
in a nice suburban cul de sac
you can sneer on a whole new level
when you’re sneering from afar
so if you want to look down your nose
at the folk you left behind
there’s no-one can stop you
no-one really cares - except for you
I always smile when you come calling
the shame is all yours, not mine
you’ll stoop so low – to reach your prize
I’m just a stepping stone, but I don’t mind
I could still have you - any old time
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