An acquired taste for romance

An acquired taste for romance A group of loud brassy girls with matching ugg boots and tan Binge drink every weekend to find that perfect man However Romeo fails to appear for their second meet. Hes always too drunk, urinating in the street So again each week they go out and continue to seek. Literature has no place here, only talk of the newest bags A national competition to look like the cheapest WAG Whatever happened to What the hell has happened to our women, And when did their fake nails get so long? And whats with all these hair extensions flowing over non existent dresses? When did things become so wrong? A drunken snog and fumble in a club where you can barely hear each other speak How do you expect a real relationship to develop if its in a gutter you seek? And the eerie silence of a Sunday morning While the few last remaining exit clubs and start yawning As their drugs wear off and so does their fawning Oh how happy I am that im not one of you. The town centres across Britain that were once so reserved, Has now given way to drunken fools in their herds Of finding your true love you dont stand a chance For this is the age of 21 century romance. deference that seems so long ago With morals in high regard and open slutiness was low Everyones just too wasted to know. st