Lick Your Wounds

Are we having sex?
You were talking to the doctor
What did you tell him?
You'd had a brandy
The night was rainy
It was half past four and
The road was empty

The light grows dimmer
If you never replace the batteries
Pull over to the side

You got a trim and now
You look like Paco Rabanne has got you
No one has shot you
You're looking trendy
Into Queen Mary
We know you've been naughty
And you're terminally funny

You were the toast of a town
With bad etiquette
Just like your wounds and go