Chocolate Lyrics

It had been the perfect Friday afternoon,
the job was almost done.
The house we were decorating was owned by a little old
forever in the same three piece suit he'd probabbly had
since he was demobbed.
He seemed to be forever on his way to the post office,
carrying brown paper ansd string wrapped parcels under
his arm.
He'd bring us out china cups of camp coffee and plates
of custard cream biscuits.
The house had belonged to his parents who had both
passed away within weeks of each other, a few years
They were the only people he had ever lived with, this
was the only house he had ever lived in.
I wondered what would happen to the house when he's

It was a short walk to my bedsit, once a similar house
to the old man's, now broken into lots of single room
It also once had a great garden like his, now occupied
by one-storey modern block building, containing the
dentist and chiropodist.

In my room was an electric cooker, which I only used in
winter to keep warm,
next to that was a sink with a glass shelf above it, on
which was a toothbrush and carton of marlboro's.
There was a table with a chair in one corner, a single
bed in the other, and about four sq ft in the middle.
There was a wooden drawer under the bed with most of my
clothes in, the rest was over the back of the chair.
I had a record player on a table and boxes of records
The bathroom for the first and the second floor was
opposite my room,
it had a meter for the water which took two 50pence
pieces, you'd have to wait half an hour for the water
to heat up, and keep an eye on the door in case some
sod pinched your bath.
There was one toilet upstairs and one outside, but no
one used the outside one anymore, so it was where the
local prostitutes would take their clients for a
I'd spend as little time as I could in my room, my skin
was still warm and soft from the bath as I walked into

So I was sat on my usual bar stool in my usual pub by
6.30, the usual twelve or so regulars in at this time
of the evening, nice and relaxed before the post 8.00
crush, we'd crowd around the tiny bar then pool tables,
the house rule for fool was winner stays on, you'd
chalk your name on the balckboard, and wait your turn.
The challenger would pay for the game, so if you were
good, you 'd play all night.Tonight I was great.
She walked into the pool room just as I potted the
black, the next name on the list, bent down to the slot
on the table and put coins in.
I was used to seeing her surrounded by burgundy flocked
wallpaper and red velvet upholstery in the sunday night
pub around the corner; she looked different stood here
in the pool room, she looked good, she was looking at
I ended the game as quickly as I could, without losing
badly and stood near her.
"Would you like a drink?", she asked. "I get them. What
do you want?" I replied. "The same as you're having",
she said.
The great thing about being a regular when the bars
turned deep is it only takes a raised eyebrow and a
couple of nods, and two bottles of Holster Pils had
been passed over people's heads to you. We did the pool
room dance for a while, moving to" excuse me"'s bending
around elbows and pool cues until we decided to move on
It was too early to go to the club, so we went around
the corner to the Sunday night pub. It was still quite
busy on a Friday night, full of couples and students.
It had a reputation as a gay bar, probably why the
students came in, to feel safe.
She was my dream, we drank pernod and blacks, talked
about John Barry, Ford Cortinas (she preferred the Mark
3), what was best: gel or Brylcream? I preferred the
She even agreed On Her Majesty's Secret Service was the
best Bond film, if you accept it as a whole and not
just get hung up about George Lazenby.
She smoked Silkcuts, she didn't mind Marlboros, but we
both had a fondness for Old Port cigars
We moved down to the club. Upstairs for a couple of
onion bhajis went down to the quiet bar, near the dance
We decided to leave early, you wouldn't want to be
there in the end, when the lights came on. You'd never
sit down in here again. In a depressing shuffle we
pushed to the door, now it was good to get up and out,
while it was still a black hole, warm, and smokey, full
of possibilities...

She lived by the river, the other side of town, queue
for taxis was hell as usual, next to the late night
chippy, the worst chips you could buy, but at this time
of night, full. Outside fights and throwing up. We
jumped in the taxi, nothing mattered but us.
Back at hers, a bedsit in a house similar to mine,
she'd done something, painted three walls, put up some
old fifties star wall paper, a big Bowie poster and
some nice curtains, it would be easy for me to change
my woodchip magnolia bedsit standard. Afterall, it was
my job. She had a few lamps here and there were some
candles. She made us proper hot chocolate, not the
instant shit you get from the machine. She had
Fox'sbiscuits and a small bottle of Cointreau, too. The
end of a perfect day. The taste of chocolate,
cigarette, and orange liqueur made it even seem better.
I undid her tartan miniskirt, pulled off her black wool
tights, my lips moved up her legs... What the f**k? I
had a large hard dick poking me in the eye. "Shit!
you're a chap!" I felt like jumping through the window,
screaming, I couldn't move...
She... he...still looked the same... I had a pain in my
head, I wanted to do something, say something...
He was holding me, sobbing... "you must have known, how
could you not tell?" And "I love you, I can be your
woman..." His eyes were still beautiful, deep brown,
his lips still chocolatey and orangey.
"Shit!" I said, "I was never a breast man, anyway..."

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Songwriter(s): David Leonard Boulter
Publisher(s): Bug Music Ltd. (Gb)
Record Label(s): 2012 Constellation
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