Check this, bra; this is 100% juice Met a guy waiting for the 501 on Mardi Gras night And stuck to the wall of a net cafe Was an autographed poster of p**n star Nikki Jayne That someone had nicked from a p**n shop And stuck up on a random wall I rolled it up to take it home and struck up a conversation We talked for a while and the bus went past So we legged it to Central Station And this guy and I were the last two people on the final 501 that night So there was some kind of instant bond For the bus trip's duration And it very quickly turned into a D&M He told me he worked as an escort But not what you're thinking He said, I just hung around with a guy tonight For a hundred bucks an hour I don't get a lot of work but damn, it pays good The rest of the time I'm a pastry chef Six days a week I'm a pastry chef He told me, I don't tell many people this As we crossed the G'Ville bridge My mom's been very sick for years I've been looking after my two younger sisters since I was fifteen Paying rent, buying food, keeping the lights on Paying rent, buying food, keeping the lights on I said, Sounds like a real man to me I admire a man with responsibility And I wish I had your guts And he said thanks, and then it was my stop Then a few days later I ran into the same guy when I was at work He said hi and I said hi but we had nothing to say And so we parted ways Cause the instant bond was gone The instant bond was gone