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I
guess Bobby was my first love
Though I didn't know it at the time
Making discoveries together
When I was eight and he was nine.
At twelve I fell in love for real
When David showed me the wonders of wanks
He wasn't really all that good looking
But I still owe him thousands of thanks.
Two years later a friend's little brother
Hearing-aid - just starting his teens
Didn't just teach me sign language
But also what love really means.
Then Patrick stole my heart away
With his freckles and flaming red hair
Fifteen years old - so considerate
He was the first one to teach me to care.
Till Peter with abandonment
Gave me passion and burning desire
A part of me died forever
When he lost his life in a fire.
But Jimmy came to my rescue
Mick Jagger lips - hair blond and soft
Gave me a reason to live again
That summer’s day up in the loft.
Sam - also blond - bum to die for
Made my twenties a decade of calm
We’d probably be still climbing mountains
Had I not bought this faraway farm.
Brian kept me sane in my
thirties
And he'll always be my best mate
Married now - two wonderful kids
Simply said he wants to be straight.
And I thought Carl might be the one
As he pounded away at my cleft
Him user, abuser - me the loser
Three months - he said “thanks” - then just left.
All those quickies and
the one-nighters
I suppose I also should mention
There wasn’t a whole lot of love involved
But they sure helped get rid of some tension.
So now I sit and remember
All alone and currently single
But sometimes I still meet a guy
Who can make my body quite tingle.
So to all the boys I've loved
And to all the boys I’ve lost
I give you thanks for the good times
It wouldn’t do to start counting the cost.
And if you remember me with a smile
Or at least you don’t grimace with pain
I can go to my grave with this thought
That my life wasn't completely in vain.
But before I don the pine overcoat
And they lay me to rest in the ground
I intend to have lots more fun yet
Enjoying life’s merry-go-round.
So as
I merrily go on my way
And I dance in the clubs and the bars
If I don’t meet my partner for life
I’ll enjoy myself - getting more
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