so once the flirting duo moved along to
the electric ballroom
down the road for some jiggy-jiggy wiggles
i walked into the world's end
and headed straight for the toilet,
started talking to a mate
while taking a ****, ended up buying
him a drink, with the offer he asked:
are you gay?
                    no... i just feel like talking...
he further inquired: why are these barmaids
looking at you as if they know you?
so i replied...
    i just have one of these faces...
people remember me like they remember
birthdays and Christmases...
so i bought a round, he bought a round,
but.... hmm... the whole encounter
pinnacled on: nothing short of a nuance
of a brief encounter...
music producers...
   he asked me who i thought was
the best producer...
    so i said, rick rubin....
he countered with timbaland...
because whatever he did with
       justin timberlake &
      nelly furtado...
         to which i countered...
         come on...
                    what didn't rick rubin
do with johnny cash?!
and there was nothing original about
it for most of the time...
just the covers...
        we parted in good spirits
and...                oh ****... yeah...
snogging that girl...
   i still don't know how i'm somehow
appealing, when i have the chance
to... charm.