His new-found friends
got him sweating all night
He'll lick and kiss their necks
Day by day
He wipes the crust from his eyes
Takes the bottle out his hand
Oh now he's in demand
A thousand messages
but not a soul in his bed
Just shout and shout
He places them on a shelf
By two, he's getting off
Reaches for them again
Naked limbs
A sweating chest
It takes more than ???
To keep this heart running
I give in
It is nothing sure