A lipless sun-kissed girl sat on his lap
Are you enjoying it, she asked, so bored
Right then her gum released a hateful snap
She checked the polish on her baby toe
Beneath the purple light you couldn’t see
The pimples on his neck, her slight disgust
She had a tattoo of a bumblebee
She got it when she lived in Toledo
The small talk starts to loosen up his cap
A cunning bug runs down his spinal cord
Could she have seen this one before? She must
have, although that would have been years ago
To her it must have seemed typically dull
To have to treat a bullock like a bull