Mr & Mrs Infamy Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love and his adulterant infamy
It's a lottery
But don't they, go well together?
Baby the basement's free
You can love and spank me
Don't we go well together?
Boy, I so need your time
It isn't a crime
I want to make you mine.

Let's take this party to the basement
You can frill me
Enchant me oh, no we mustn't,
But don't we move well together?
Don't we look hot together?
Boy, you make me feel like a winner.

Love and his adulterant infamy
It's a lottery
But ooh he's making me feel
Like I'm a winner
His arms his kisses
They're a luxury to my keeping.
This is just our entrees
Boy, I so need your time
It isn't a crime
I want to make you mine.

Ooh together we'll be
Mr & Mrs Infamy
It's a lottery
Darling, just, just take me.
That other little lady, she can just shoo…
Cause I'm going to stick to you like glue.
Don't you ever leave me?
We were meant to be together
What do you say… to Mr & Mrs Infamy?
I'll take your adultery crown.
Drag your sorry arse across town
If you cheat on me; Mr Adulterant Infamy...