“Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee-shops/
Their prey gather in herds
In stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks/
But while they search for a mate my type hibernate in bedrooms above/
Composing their songs of love”
“Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee-shops/
Their prey gather in herds
In stiff knee-length skirts and white ankle-socks/
But while they search for a mate my type hibernate in bedrooms above/
Composing their songs of love”