WANDERING AROUND IN A WEST END TOWN
I am wandering around in a West End town,
Where sex is the main temptation for old and young.
Somebody is looking for Ms Right,
And somebody is looking for Mr Right.
Good luck to them.
In a West End town, girls are everywhere
And they are trying to sell themselves.
“Bye, baby, I have no money.”
And some guys are selling drugs for a trip,
If I give them a good tip.
And some corrupt preachers are preaching to people.
They think they are fooling God.
And some artists are drawing pictures.
They don’t draw pictures of happiness.
Love is the power of happiness.
There is no love in a West End town,
But lust is always around.
G G Gench