If You Can Read This You're Trespassing

Somebody Took It While Our Backs Were Turned,
And Had Then Hid It Away In Her Press.
This Was A Year Ago Or Maybe Less...

It's Of An Argument;
Me Looking At The Ass Of That Karen Whats-her-face
She's A Cousin Of Grace, I Think
And With The Push Of Drink Said 'While We're At It; You've A Priest's Haircut
And Wear Too Much Cologne'
And I Said Your Only Yourself When We Are Alone
Though You Were Right, That Sounded Like A Pulp Record Her Sister Might Have Owned

It's With Out A Frame And In Her Hand It Curls
She Looked At The Photo Saying 'I Recognize
The Man But I Can't Say The Same For The Girl...'                                                                        

Maybe About The Fight Too 
But Then I Had To Piss Or At Least Thought I Did
So I Hid, Awkward Between Three Urinals
Only To Spare The Details, I Both Dried My Hands And Redid My Hair 
And Walked Back To A Bruce Song
The One Were We Lay On My Bed And Sung Along
The One That Could Have Said The Places We'd Have Gone, But Again I Could Be Wrong

The Names Will Come To Her
After I've Forgot What We'd Done
So Lets Say... 'Wouldn't You Swear It Was My Sister If I Had One'

CK