Pleasure

How did it feel when we were wiser
Nose was like a flashy antenna
Seeking out unsavory business
Perfectly happy with the future you made
Lots of laughs, corners we’ve gained
It’s a pleasure
It’s a pleasure
How did it feel when the clocks went back
The lights went out and your eyes were open
Ferrero Rocher prostitutes
Primark debutants in boots
Crisis in this male midriff
Lost within these solid wet lips
It’s a pleasure
It’s a pleasure