Lyrics GBH - Imelda May

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