Toy Fights
Bored at home, nothing to do but eat. I'll give you a phone and you can come along the street. You/I'll bring the junk food, I'll/you (can) hire the tape. We can sit and poke fun at each other's shape. Water pistols at dawn. We were soaked to bits. Then you/I tried to bite me/you. So I/you hand-held hovered your/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.
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Writer(s): Aidan John Moffat, Malcolm Bruce Middleton
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