“Flicking through a little book of sex tips Remember when the boys were all electric? Now when she tells she’s gonna get it I’m guessing that she’d rather just forget it Clinging to not getting sentimental Said she wasn’t going but she went still Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle Was it a mecca dobber or a betting pencil?
Oh that boy’s a slag The best you ever had The best you ever had Is just a memory and those dreams Weren’t as daft as they seemed Not as daft as they seemed My love when you dream them up Flow, where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?”