Long Hair

Of course you want babies like all your friends

Only I will be the one babysitting

While you dance out the night

With married men who woke up that morning

To find they had married their mother

To divert to the Shangri La night club

To try and get their leg over a piece of easy

To find themselves confronted by you and

Your gaggle of girls

Who only want him to spend his cash

On their expenses drinks and sniffing coke

For a quick grope of their tits

And a little arse slapping

You arrive home a little tipsy

Creep into the bedroom and undress

To find you are missing your wonder bra

Sliding into our king size bed

Smelling of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke

I wake and ask if you had a good night

Yes you reply just me and the girls

Not knowing that in the morning

You will have to hide the hickey on you pearl white neck
With layersof foundation cream

Oh have you will wish you still had long hair