Bored at home  nothing to do but eat

I'll give you
A phone and you can come along the street

You bring the junk food

I'll hire the tape

And we can sit and poke fun

At each other's shape

Water pistols at dawn

We were soaked to bits

And I tried to bite you

So I hand-held hoovered my tits

Toy fights on the floor

Both drunk and drugged

Out of breath when we stopped

Then we sat on the stairs and hugged