WALL AROUND US.

He keeps kissing me
As if kisses were free
And I’m not kissing loose lipped guys,
And if he keeps kissing me
So contemptuously
Then he’s gonna kiss these lips goodbye.

I can take footloose
And the odd excuse,
Just as long as I keep my pride,
But the stink of his bitch,
And her pink lipstick,
He has not even tried to hide.

So when morning comes
And he crawls for crumbs,
As his ruefulness descends,
I’m gonna kiss him back
And whisper that
I’ve been kissing his best friend.

And if he’s got some sense
Then he’ll take offence,
And he can do so stone by stone,
‘Cause I’ve had enough
Of this two-faced stuff,
Especially when its my own.