You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your nightdress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That bloody mary's lacking in tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?
Oh, that boy's a slag
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Not as daft as they seem
My love, when you dreamed them up
Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she tells she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going, but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a Mecca dobber or a betting pencil?