The Enjoyers Met her late last night to say affections gone We enjoyed another night, kinda wrong And no matter how hard I try I’m gonna go back there again sometime Hands in pockets and my eyes looking down The walk home, so damn proud I got a featherweight moral sense I walk with me there’s no suspense Why be inconsiderate debris Clearly, it’s so damn pleasant Hardly any point but she’s getting upset Compares herself to a pocket on a roulette What are the odds of avoiding harm when you can I just don’t know, I’ve never been a gambling man and she said: Why be inconsiderate debris Clearly, it’s so damn pleasant And I thought of the myriad Diseases of the venereal kind Signed, the ones you didn’t have to screw I’ve been genetically programmed to fuck Every girl that I see on the street, in the world You’re no exception, she’s no exception I ought to do my best to get you on my erection If you’re gonna bring a brand new meaning To the word, infidelity Know if it’s the lightest burden Or on the contrary The Enjoyers