My stories got boring, it was bound to happen. My talk went stale, that’s the way it happens. You get a small home, a dull man, a ring; I get self-serving songs it pains me to sing.
You said “cheat but no mistresses” And I half-listened. In every man, a garbage dog. A gross opportunist, a lowlife Judas, In every man – a garbage dog.
My body got boring, it was bound to happen. My sex got stale, that’s the way it happens. You get a shit house, a dull man, a kid; I get a sharp pain when I think of these things.
Enthusiastic for missionary! He’s fucking ecstatic. Your dull man.