Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GBH, artist - Imelda May. Album song Slip Of The Tongue, in the genre
Date of issue: 11.06.2020
Record label: Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
GBH |
GBH |
Grievous battery harm |
Replaces previous flattery and charm |
Fore readers wives, whose daily lives |
Are beyond the hum of the drum |
Of the washing machine and and routine |
And so scream at their other halves |
For sitting in front of a screen |
Instead of rollin' in a bed with them |
YouTube, YouPorn |
KY, new norm |
Couple’s solo love with sock gloves |
And «do not disturb» on the door |
Down the hall from each other, so |
Batteries required |
To extinguish hot desires |
Unsatisfied, ungratified |
From the bloke, who for a while now |
Is umbilically tied to the string of his |
«The wife», «mother of his child» |
Who he never strokes |
As much as the chicken that he chokes |
On his own down the hall |
With his tinder kinder, so |
Empowered from her summer in Siam shazam |
And the summer that is Ann |
And the secrets Victoria gave her |
Gave her wings and things |
That could save her any bull she’s laboured over |
Labia day! |
She celebrates over and over |
Nine times in a row and countin' |
Her wrists her tired |
Her little rampant boy expires |
More batteries required |
For her waterproof wand, silver bullets, and toys |
Glittery, gliding, silicone joys |
All her wants, wills, filled, and thrilled |
And no man’s tongue will ever hit that spot again |
As she writhes on the vibrations |
And the waves of «sweet Jesus» sensations |
As she grievous battery harms herself |
All the way to heaven |