Beer Table Heart 15th January 2009 On the beer table she drew a lipstick heart With the words above it "You filthy tart" While the punters tried to grab her looks With their verbal fish hooks What a bunch of petty crooks "The nightlife round here really sucks" She told me in the smelly cab On the way back to her house. "Excuse the mess" she said As we entered her bedroom And she slipped off her dress. What happened next is something too good to confess. But I'm sure you can fill in the rest. "My sister Sally stays here on a Saturday and a Sunday" She said later softly in my ear "But you're welcome to stay on a Monday." I faked disinterest for a second To show I wasn't over keen. Then said I'd call her after my exams, or inbetween Going home and going out With the rest of the lads From the football team. I left in a hurry Grabbed a late-night curry Then sped off home Like Nero to Rome But life wasn't to be so kind I'd left her phone number behind. Too late to go back now And it would only cause a row I'd have to track her down I felt a right stupid clown. Maybe I'd never see her again Like my brother's car that got nicked By some useless fucking prick Oh well, all's well that ends well And this didn't so now it's hell To think back on her lovely face When we made love back at her place. Lyrics © Christopher Hester 2009 http://www.designdetector.com/writing/