Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
You hunt for sex like some shoot rabbits,
trawling bars for attractive men,
your M.O. is: let them have it!
there may not be a second chance;
like Denis at the salsa club,
your hungry eye roves constantly,
sex addicts have to find each other,
and shun vanilla! passion thrillers!
so you come on the Holloway Road!
then go with an S&M friend,
Abby or whatever - your name matters
not a jot. . . in the end.
when you quote other 'sex fiends',
they always say you're 'hot',
(a phrase I'd thought went out in '72),
what is it with you!
Dave runs a little gallery,
all the girls lie in his sights,
from 18 to 50, he'll give 'it' a go,
but it's a sex huntress who
keeps him up all night.
Girl With One Track Mind,
your head: a moral maze
you make your own ethics,
where sex comes in first,
nothing else could
slake your thirst.
Clive chats up another twenty-something
in the morning, on the street,
his long dreadlocks, white teeth,
almost guarantee success,
his partner knows he cheats,
already he supports two single mums,
once again the condom's shot,
when Clive says he's coming, he's come,
Girl With One Track Mind,
your cockcuntcentric life moves on apace
whilst you claim to envy a friend
who's quit the chase
to wrinkle gracefully with a soulmate,
it seems for you a tad too late,
as you make it in a mini-cab,
and plight the driver
a little back-seat puddle
not a tip of a Lady Godiva,
and Denis scores another salsero
and Dave buggers a faithful man's wife
and Clive dads another lust-child
all to sate frustration,
the sexually incontinent
don't get what they really want!
where is the love?
where is the love!
in this fucked-up society so sad,
of sex junky ownsters,
and single mums and single dads.