"Bloody men are like bloody buses — You wait for about a yearAnd as soon as one approaches your stopTwo or three others appear.You look at them flashing their indicators,Offering you a ride.You're trying to read the destinations,You haven't much time to decide.If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.Jump off, and you'll stand there and gazeWhile the cars and the taxis and lorries go byAnd the minutes, the hours, the days."
Relationship
Love
Man