the night the bed fell apart:
a tale to warm your cockles
I remember the bed
with the posts of fine brass
where I first gave you head
and a real piece of ass.
I gave you my lips
and I gave you my heart.
Then I gave you my hips
and the bed fell apart.
How we laughed at the shattered
old bedframe that night!
Love alone was what mattered
and that we did right!