There's a whole lot more under the skin, skin broken and scarred, eyes bloodshot from all the excess,
My physique is not so sportive I've put on a few pounds I grunt instead of speaking when courtesy is not around
I play my cards close to my chest I wouldn't be bought so don't get undressed
I am still ticking over but not perfectly tuned I am delicately hung when I'm facing the moon
It might not seem that I appreciate your concern, I am just bad at accepting when it's not my turn
Don't judge a cover by its tattered old book cover don't be deceived when I say I don't give a fuck
I try to keep my distance don't want to stamp on your feet I might ignore you if we met in the street.
I am complicated enough so don't get your eyes damp just pretend to hate me but don't call me a tramp