Comhroinn Fuaime

Oooo baby I'll last for 90 seconds, Then sleep like a log, But I love you Mrs Jones, Lets make a love song, But tomorrow I'll wake up with breath like a drain, Roll over and whisper your beautiful name, And mean every word through the fog and the booze And scream at the top of my lungs, Oooo ,ooooo baby round two Now come here, you gorgeous thing. Bed's getting cold.Lets make some groans and moans Love you Amy Jones