Treacle Tart

She’s burned all her bridges
and boiled all her bunnies,
and her perfect body’s means to an end:
she’s a junkie.
But if you see my Treacle,
tell her I’ll settle 
the speedball bill,
be her doormat doubling up 
as springboard outta hell.
And if you see my Treacle, 
tell her I’ll treat her better than Rico
- I’ve got a Crisis Loan to burn,
but he’s the Man With No NINO.

Should you clock my Treacle, 
I entreat you relay
my mobno and the emotional 
pull never changed.
The Suffolk Strangler might 'ave 
been put away, 
but no night’s okay 
for a babe on the game.
So if she’s sick of the shame, 
or does it just look like rain,
O my Treacle Tart, 
your childhood sweetheart
is coming, I’m a-coming 
to save the day!

And if Tania, Paula, Gemma,
Anneli and Annette were here today,
who amongst us would say 
rescue is a reverse charge away?
Who amongst us would say
don't need to see no rebirth, 
you 'ready are my shining way?
Who amongst us would say 
no souls need to be saved
so long as they’re safe? 

And just make sure you tell my Treacle
how my tears did trickle
lacrymal crystal treacle 
when grapevine had it gospel
she were down like a hubba pigeon
in last straw crackwhore 
act o' suction,
her yale served 
on a badman’s bell.
She don’t havta turn 
one last trick
for a top-up card,
text freedom for 17p 
or just reverse that charge.

If you cum across Treacle 
in your travels, 
set her straight:
she don’t havta love me to stay.
They say Saucy Jack’s long in the Thames,
but life is never gentle for dem 
demi-monde dames,
ratgirl Roxannes who 
frequent the needle exchange. 
So my Treacle Tart, 
your childhood sweetheart
is coming, I’m a-coming to save the day!

Anneli, Anneli...