These masks that we’re told we must wear
I’m finding are too much too bear
My spectacles mist, so I can’t resist
Whipping them off for a stare
For there’s a girl coming my way
She’s got lovely eyes I must say
She wiggles her hips but I can’t see her lips
But oh how that lady does sway
Well I didn’t ask, but she lowered her mask
And oh what a beautiful smile
She shot me a wink but all I could think
Was she must tend those teeth for a while
That girl cut me right down to size
By gazing right into my eyes
Her seductive grin as she fondled my chin
Meant removing my mask wasn't wise
It’s common belief that pearly white teeth
Would shock all my friends who are rogues
So soon she’ll be frowning, cos I’m Shane MacGowan
The bloke who sings lead with the pogues
Categories:
macgowan, anxiety, beautiful, desire, humor,
Form: Rhyme