Toying with boys.

There's shit on forks
handed round the table.  
K-K's rolling a joint,
and his eyes burn on me
the entire night.
Fuck it,  
I'm a little shit faced and the gathering
is hazy to me.
Yet Mr. A's shadow is on the wall, all bare feet
and ready, if you know what I mean.
Load me a bomb,
I want to go home.
It's past my bed time,
it's past ten now.  
My foundations are falling at the sides,
I have panda eyes and a lazy spine
but he won't mind
when I crawl into bed
after a night out
with the lads,
feeling like the hottest chick
in that little hot-boxed room.
No, he won't mind,
he'll tuck me in
and fuck me
until they're  
irrelevant.