General Plea to a Girlfriend (Live at King Tut’s)

I can't make boasts about my body.
The workmanship is somewhat shoddy.
Sometimes I overwork my gob.
Can't buy you gifts I've got no job.

I know you find my habits sickly.
I know sometimes I come too quickly.
I don't mind jokes like two-stoke wonder.
Just don't slash my trust asunder.