Old pal own up to dirty deeds youve done
Blackberries prick and river deltas silt
The game of lost and found is never fun
Id rather not affect the judge and jilt
Ive known you ages flatting on or off
You covet all the clothes in which I dress
I cast you hint the artificial cough
I wouldnt want a copycat excess
Your life I view as fun and beautiful
Though different if gauged against that mine
In other zones I find you dutiful
You like your cooking chores to soups incline
The borrowed blouses creased and full of lint
Affordable are when youre scarcely skint
Chorus lint fluff pile
