My Favourite Muse

I pulled the ex last night, and it felt weird to feel her up again

Knickers down, and bra cast as if the past had not passed

And she bought the drinks all night, but that's okay, now she's got a job

Her generosity, my curse

She even let me keep her purse

But I couldn't get it up, too much to drink, too much to say

She picked her clothes up off the floor and promptly headed for the door

I was just trying to use my favourite muse

I don't think I could ever want her back, I'm just making sure she's still capable of being slack

And she's got trouble with her boyfriend now

I always said he was a prick

I told her from the very start, when she almost broke my heart

And my room's a mess this morning

She left her fag-ends floating in a glass

I didn't try and make her stay

I doubt she would have anyway

I was just trying to use my favourite muse

It's nice to see she's still slack

I could never want her back