Hefner - Milkmaids lyrics

Darling don't you know after I've bathed with you I'm going to bury my face in the towel you used I'm going to fill a bottle with the tears you weep I'm going to brush your teeth whilst your asleep Why don't you twist with me, it must be a temptation And pity my poor heart I'm a writer of erotic fiction Those pictures they used were not really you They gave you airbrushed limbs that were stretched too far apart Honey, have you got a real heart Just buck like a dog on heat, Christ what a sensation! And pity my poor soul I'm a writer of erotic fiction My amorous breath will be filling up your lungs Whilst the crooks in the suburbs will be fornicating milkmaids When I start tearing off those s**y clothes I will howl out your name and I will rattle those bones Those sequinned second seconds are not what I need I just want to f** until I bleed But how long will that be Just kiss me full on the lips Just kiss me full on the lips