A Shower Of Bastards

Ben Marwood

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I kissed her and all the blood went rushing to my lips
And all the thoughts went running to my brain.
Praise be, praise be that I knew our hips would part
But we'd have each others' hearts
And she made a man of me.

But these days I've gotten used to my bed too big for me.
And memories will play like ancient re-runs on tv
As though it never happened to me
But I know that it happened to me.