Treacle Tart

She’s burned all her bridges
and boiled all her bunnies,
and her perfect body’s means to an end
now she’s a junkie.
But if you see my Treacle,
tell her I’ll settle the speedball bill,
be her doormat doubling up 
as her 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.
I saw the Suffolk Strangler’s 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...