Quick As A Whip (2007)

It was so fun and tragic
I could never really join his team
We were both so far from home
We were so young so on the gleam

Foreign tongue swirled around us
Under table hand on knee
What the heck I love The Smiths
Maybe I don't know the real me

I had to let him down so easy
The stubble turned me off
Still, a relief to not feel sleazy
As I lit his Davidoff

I'd started with Gauloises
With the beer they made me cough
He railed about the laws in Britain
Which pissed him and his friend David off

He was tall and he was handsome
He was quick, quick as a whip
But I had to slow him down
Just as he bit my lip

I had a girl back home Stateside
He had a guy in London town
I was not all the way gay
And he was dying to go down