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After trying to seduce a damsel, Boris' wife catches him. He tries to explain.
lyrics
I try to be faithful
(I really do)
But it’s hard, when you look
Like I do.
The ladies, they come back for more,
But Boris is already out the door.
I’ve too much to offer, you see.
Selfish – to deprive the world of more me.
Though it's true, the ladies, I adore,
But Boris, I love more!
My honourable member
(A three line whip)
Wants to vote in your chamber
(I’ll be quick)
They ladies, they can’t get too much
Of Boris’ potent hot blond stuff.
But ladies you are in a queue.
This reflection will always outshine you.
All I ask, one sexy sine qua non:
Love me, love my Johnson.
Oh, Tory lothario,
Cassanova in parliament-o,
I quote them Greek,
The ladies do shriek,
And I’m not talking Saphho, oh no!
Yes, they go wild for me.
Knickers down beneath the knees.
I’m a modern Adonis,
Tongue hotter than Horace,
Oh, I love you, Boris.
But ladies you are in a queue.
This reflection will always outshine you.
All I ask, one sexy sine qua non:
Love me, love my Johnson.
credits
from
Boris - The Album,
released December 19, 2016
Lyrics by Laurence Peacock. Music by Hollie Morrell.
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