I wanna be your old settee,

A companion to your

Lethargy,

And girl, you can lounge all

Over me,

That’s where I want to be.

 

I wanna be that stick of rock

Stuck in your tooth and

Left to rot,

Not hiding in your

Sugar pot,

That’s where I want to be.

 

I wanna be that Breakfast martini,

Easy peasy,

Lemon squeezy,

Hold me tight, and don’t ever

Leave me,

That’s where I want to be.

 

I wanna be your cigarette,

The sweetest tasting

Bayonet

Wedged between your

Pink rosette,

That’s where I want to be.

 

Oh yes!

I wanna be your Trevi fountain

Those lucky coppers you’ll spend

Hours counting,

Do you believe me or are

You doubting?

‘Cos I’m sure that’s where I’m meant to be!