Phwoar get on...

Seeing a hot busker in Newcastle..

He's a musician. 
He's a bad boy...
He reminds me of that bloke
Y'know him from that band...
What was his name?
...Axl Rose!
Thats the one...

Standing by the bins 
outside of HMV. 
With his leather jacket, 
ripped, faded jeans, 
and biker boots... 
Smoking his cares away...

I'd give anything to be that cigarette...
y'know, without the burning...
Being held in one hand
He feels he needs me to look cool
Every few seconds 
He lifts me and wraps his lips around me

I walk past, 
my jaw scraping on the floor
My knees melt



"Oh my God, Zoe!
Have you seen this kid??
I'm sheer like...
Phwoar...."
Zoe replies, 
"For God sake Franki..."

Hey, what're friends for?
If not to stop you looking at guys in the street
So you don't run head first into a lampost?

He's a musician...
I'm sure of it
A bad boy...
but he's got a soft side for me....