hot water (Remove filter)
Cooked
I hold my hands up, I admit I was careless
That cocktail bar was far too close to home
Your friend Jo saw me with another woman
I've always had that tendency to roam
In hot water was where she dropped me
You arraigned me as if I was a mobster
I'm disturbingly red about the gills now
At last I know what its like to be a lobster
I wish you could learn how to forgive...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 11:14 am
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