Man About Town

Couch Tattie:
Don't @ me cos I don't need me an ex wife
Mans on a level but your girl's on a dead vibe
She's on her back and her legs are spread wide
Know I'm only sticking around cus the head's nice
24/7, got eleven merry girlies in Devon
Need my 5 a day, and they've all got melons
I've got a deadly weapon and a therapy session
I'm taking lessons to tone down on my passive aggression
I'm about to revive the vibe, I'll keep the vibe alive
Hasn't been the same since the vibe died
I'll find the time to play some I-Spy, catch sight of an arse that's wide
And gash at high tide
Gonna make the beat cum gallons, don't be old fashioned
Try to be rational
Keep your mind open and ride side saddle
While we take you on a tour of these bars so magical
Keep in mind that I be quite radical
Put aside some time and knock back a brew
Sit back, relax, a gin and apple juice
Just don't act like a twat once you've had a few
Tattie's back, never went nowhere
Been spending time with a French au-pair
Like the girl at the start with her legs in the air
Take her to the airport and leave her there
I'm feeling mighty fine, dining on cheap beef
Bad glass of wine, vanilla ice cream
I'm cooking a meal, like chef Ramsey
Sprinkle over a healthy dose of sodomy
Welcome to the terrace, enjoy the view
Just mind the gap, between me and you
It doesn't really matter who I'm doing it to
Thank you for your time, now Tattie is through