Seconds of Pleasure

You say you don't desire me, she's only a hired hand Now you are tired of me, expensive care is meaningless Feeling nothing and caring less, cut off at the pa*s She knows where you were headed She wants double-time or a temporary wedding And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure Though she's with forty-five years For seconds of pleasure I thought I knew you too well, now I find the man is a mystery And the promises you made are really only ancient history Everyday goes by without a hitch, you say the urge becomes an itch You say that I'm no go for you, that's rich or am I being bitchy? And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure Though she forty-five years For seconds of pleasure And the hands on the clock move so precisely You say you only kissed her once or twice You didn't do it for love, you didn't even do it with stealth I can't help you now, I can't help myself Committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts I was living for thirty minutes at a time With a break in the middle for adverts You treat me like a piece of human furniture You say when? You sad soul If you can look all that you like But I wont let you touch and poke And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure Though she's forty-five years For seconds of pleasure