Spongefinger.
He's the man, the man with the absorbant touch.
A spongey touch.
Such a warm finger.
Beckons you to enter his web of warmth
But don't go in.

Cushion words he will pour in your ear,
But his sponge can't disguise what you fear,
For a clever girl knows when he's kissed her,
It's the kiss of comfort from

Mister Spongefinger.
Pretty girl beware of this heart of heat
This heart is meat.

Cushion words he will pour in your ear,
But his sponge can't disguise what you fear,
For a clever girl knows when he's kissed her,
It's the kiss of comfort from

Mister Spongefinger.
Pretty girl beware of this heart of sponge
This heart is warm.

He loves only sponge,
Only sponge.
He loves sponge.
He loves only sponge,
Only sponge.
He loves sponge.

2 Comments:

Anonymous John said...

Hi Pete or should I say sponge man.

Been meaning to see how you are. Hope you guys had a nice Christmas etc. Did anybody get you your new trainers?

Weirdly enough I too have been hankering after a (new) pair of adidas - although probably in blue. (When I was a young(er) whipper snapper they were my footwear of choice, until I started building big sculptures and dropping things on my feet and had to move to a pair of steel toe cap CAT boots (the height of Sculptor chic)...

There must be something in the air.

Hows COSMIC?

11:23 AM  
Blogger pete said...

I really want a new pair of trainers but every pair I like are really rare or just impossible to get in th UK.
It's started to annoy me!
My christmas was some what spoilt by a big cold which i'm still trying to shake the remnants of. Couldn't taste any of the lovely food at the best time of year for lovely food, which i was most annoyed about.

Got a bruised muscle in my back from coughing repeatedly. Nasty.

COSMIC's good.

How are things with you and the family?

12:56 PM  

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