Pretty Indie Boy
He wears the best outfits, hes got the best hair. Hes so cutting edge that hes wearing last years clothes because soon theyll be retro. Indie Boy props up the bar, a solitary figure, he never leaves alone. Hes got an endless supply of Davidoff Lights, accept a cigarette and youre under his spell.
Hes slept with every girl he knows but manages to keep them on-side as his fingers tug at the knickers of her best friends sister. Hell treat her like a princess for a couple of hours. Hes the perfect gentleman, he buys the drinks, opens the door, strokes her leg and tells her that shes the most beautiful creature hes ever had the pleasure of lying to.
Indie Boy has found himself a niche market. Fashionista girls are two a penny, multiplying at such speeds that there are barely enough nightclubs to contain them, theyre spilling out of Brick Lane and into the suburbs.
Years of reading the Face equipped him for life. Indie Boy loves to buy clothes, his bathroom is stocked full of male grooming products and hes not afraid to use hair straighteners.
Hes knows he looks better than the other boys and he knows that you know too.
But beware, Indie Boy doesnt need a girlfriend. Hes got an endless supply of girls to sleep with and adore him. Hes desperately in love with Electro Bitch but she laughs in his face.
The sex isnt great, it doesnt have to be. Get the girl young enough and she wont know a crap shag from a good one.
No no, it's not about anyone in particular... I myself am always hypnotised by a good haircut and a non existant rear end. Gotta love 'em
He wears the best outfits, hes got the best hair. Hes so cutting edge that hes wearing last years clothes because soon theyll be retro. Indie Boy props up the bar, a solitary figure, he never leaves alone. Hes got an endless supply of Davidoff Lights, accept a cigarette and youre under his spell.
Hes slept with every girl he knows but manages to keep them on-side as his fingers tug at the knickers of her best friends sister. Hell treat her like a princess for a couple of hours. Hes the perfect gentleman, he buys the drinks, opens the door, strokes her leg and tells her that shes the most beautiful creature hes ever had the pleasure of lying to.
Indie Boy has found himself a niche market. Fashionista girls are two a penny, multiplying at such speeds that there are barely enough nightclubs to contain them, theyre spilling out of Brick Lane and into the suburbs.
Years of reading the Face equipped him for life. Indie Boy loves to buy clothes, his bathroom is stocked full of male grooming products and hes not afraid to use hair straighteners.
Hes knows he looks better than the other boys and he knows that you know too.
But beware, Indie Boy doesnt need a girlfriend. Hes got an endless supply of girls to sleep with and adore him. Hes desperately in love with Electro Bitch but she laughs in his face.
The sex isnt great, it doesnt have to be. Get the girl young enough and she wont know a crap shag from a good one.
No no, it's not about anyone in particular... I myself am always hypnotised by a good haircut and a non existant rear end. Gotta love 'em
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truebeliever:
SUCH BEAUTIFUL WORDS: LIKE A VISION OF BLURING LIGHTS AS YOU RUN YOUR FINGERS ACROSS HER EYES - THANK YOU.
jup:
its the skinny girls trousers I dont get tho....