Teksty: Arab Strap. General Plea to a Girlfriend.

I can't make boasts about my body.
The workmanship is somewhat shoddy.
Sometimes I overwork my gob.
Can't buy you gifts I've got no job.

I know you find my habits sickly.

I know sometimes I come too quickly.
I don't mind jocks slide two-stoke wonder.
Just don't slash my trust to thunder.