Tism - Phillip Gla**'s Arse lyrics

The pattern on her frock reminded me to order a large cafe latte and a croissant She said, "Stephen, you're looking older". "I'll have a short black", I replied Back in her room she offered me plunger coffee. I browsed through her rumble. "No milk, one sugar" The light above her ring left us both aware that probably we should have chosen drip filter She set fire to the gas burner. It flickered out. "You'll have to settle for instant", she mumbled I could smell her perfume still lingering in my bed, but up Phillip Gla**'s arse is where I keep my head. Phillip Gla**'s arse