A woman's intuition
A man & his hasty hands
Sins of omission
She's had enough of falling in love
The clever ones never make her come
Oh Christ, what have I done?
A little misdirection
Suggestions you wondered aloud
You raised some eyebrows
But pussycat who laughs last?
As ever too clever by half
You held him like a weapon
You fell in with the delicate kids
Emblazoned with the blood of the young
A spy in the house of love
Christ, what have I become?
You toyed with his affections
Pretended it was all in his head
Well Heaven help him
What's one less regrettable end?
The death of some so-called friend