Nos Trous Glorieux

A form of dismissed love, a tattered feeling that can be repaired

Nos Trous Glorieux.

When you showed me the greatest craze
Oh, my mind was a daze
About this otherworldly situation
And if my gums were bleeding
You knew just what I’d be needing
A nice fresh, flavoured prophylactic
I didn’t need any formal training
But I wasn’t complaining
I liked to get head first into the action
The venues odour could described as warm
Where the flies tend to swarm
But if there was an attendant, we would get bothered
Who knew that hole would supply such treasures
And of such varied measures
This is my drug and im willingly addicted