we sit, we think, we drink, we fall upstairs and dress, confess the mess, our lives are indepressed, we rest, we jest, we love ourselves to death, but reek of garlic breath, and to the bathroom next, we rush, we flush, we brush, we splash on smells, we squeeze, we tease, oh please let me take you now, but no, suppose she knows we really ought to go, she's picking up the phone, just you wait 'til we get home, see we're sneaking home, you've got your ripped jeans on, you leave doc bootprints on the lawn, swearing hard is this the girl i used to know, uncouth words i miss the girl that i fell for, we arrive, the wives want clive to show us to our seats, he bleats, we speak of things we'd like to eat, we cheat, repeat the order of last week, he shrugs in mock defeat and ponses off to fetch the wine, we dine, goes fine, the girls are plied with drink, we wink, and they c****, and true to form they start to flirt, their skirts are hitched way beyond the decent height, clive smiles with sheer delight, how he'd love to take us all home, see we're sneaking home, you've got your ripped jeans on, you leave doc bootprints on the lawn, swearing hard is this the girl i used to know, uncouth words, i miss the girl that i fell for, i hope i'm wrong, it may be drink that woke this w**** inside, alone, she has a rattling in store.