½ Cut Baby

I knew we wouldn’t last for ever,
But I hoped it would be more than a day.
Passion solar hot to absolute zero,
A bottle of gin, and a razor blade.
Then I get a call 9 months later,
Sounds of crying, now it’s time to pay.

I got a shock when I saw the photo
Waxed skin and a mashed up face
He woz a ½ Cut baby,
He woz ½ cut.

And now she wants my money
Chatting shit to all her mates
Trying to make me the bad man
When all I did was walk away
I ain’t gon-na call her a slapper
But it can’t be mine, no fucking way.

It don’t look nothing like me
Waxy skin and a fucked up face
I can’t have a ½ Cut baby
Don’t want it ½ cut.

Trying to find out who the dad is
From an X list as long as space
When you never care who you go with
And some times the rubber brakes
Well maybe if you’d acted decent
I would have thought “fuck it I’ll stay”
But all you do is chat this bull shit
All I can say is “er..no fucking way”

You can Keep your half cut baby

©Wednesday, 22 July 2009 Alex Kyriacou