She says she fancies me
And Corinne says: She’s fit Frankie
slim, great arse, those tight tops
that show her belly pierce
She’s not a stupid giggler like some,
she’s got grey eyes
that look at you real cool.
Aye says Corinne,
And when she smiles, her nose wrinkles, she shows her teeth.
Corinne does a Becca impression:
Frankie, lots of lads would kill to go out wi her.
Frankie says: Some say they’ve shagged her.
Corinne says: They’re liars.
But she wants to go out wi me!
Frankie man, yer in – yer divvent have to marry her.
He despairs: She could have any lad. Why me?
Der! says Corinne. She fancies yer, divvy.
Don’t tell anyone, will yer?
Corinne just smacks her forehead, looks at the sky:
Everyone knaas who Becca fancies, man.
She’s top totty.
Aw fuck. Frank covers his face.
Corinne holds out her hand: Give us yer moby.
She’s texting quicker than a 100 metre sprint,
there’s a pause, his moby buzzes
Corinne looks at Frankie: