I fear not their whispering words
Or their deep breathes.

I fear not their hushed tones
And long pauses between sentences.

I see them down dark entries
Round the corner from Maine Road.

In the middle of local supermarkets
And newsagents.

They whisper come on
Seductively like a vampire's kiss
In their football tops. ..

Their eyes tear into my heart
And twist around my soul.

It would have being fun for some
For some of them
When they were stood
There singing
Before they pulled knuckle
Dusters out of their pockets.

But it wasn't for me.