Matthew didn’t stay home,
He went abroad instead,
Journeys to glory breathing in his head.
Got caught up with shoe horns,
But he couldn’t get a shine,
Matthew bought the rap
And read the map without a sign.

Contort yourself on disco
With a rap-trap white and brown,
Caught within the spinning
The key-chain gang went down.
No coffee club will have the rub
When product is your answer;
Discuss the man, he’ll break your plan,
It’s deep within the dancer…

Wear it on your back now
And summarise your vision;
On the train and through the blame,
Your own soul decision.
Well she had a certain shimmer,
She sleeps with him tonight;
Stifled love decides where I’m dreaming…