I felt like asking her where she buried her dead
She was dressed in a black bin liner that suited every word she said
Getting wreaked all night long on her homemade weed, wine and takeaways
Because beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February
My partner in crime had disappeared with her flatmate
She said “come over here and put that guitar away”
Raining cats n dogs outside and stranded in a strange city
She said beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February
I played her a song or two but she didn’t give a damn
She liked music up tomidnightand after that a man
I told her I was a virgin waiting on the right girl to come my way
She said beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February
I tried wasting some time paying my respects
She just wanted to get as close as you can get
So I screwed her to the floor and not one bit sorry
Because beggars can’t be choosers on a wintery night in February
I use to use it to stir my tea
Until that wintery night in February
I met up with inner city Josephine
The body snatcher of Bridgefort Street
By MTW
