DESCRIPTION:
As the sun rose up into the sky
And all I could hear was birds' song
And the hackneyed tongues of Radio 1
I knew something was wrong
And as I lay and tried to remember
The tightly closed eye
I felt soft warm fingers trace across
From the small of my back to the inside thigh
Bite your lip, pretend you're asleep
And hold your breath and count to ten
And when you open your eyes
Just hope you're back in bed
With your girlfriend again
I recall a bottle of vodka
Passed among friends
And a strange party piece
With a Swiss army knife
Just me and your girlfriend
Or is she your wife?
I know my bedroom's white
And this one's green
With posters of bands I hate
And there's a whiff of petunia
I know it's not me
An air of hell and decaf tea
And as a breast or two squash into my back
A rambling yawn floats over
And it smacks me in the mouth
Just what this is all about
I'm in bed with your best friend