Woorden: The Perishers. A Reminder.

We met at a place where people go to get laid
But where no one would ever expect to get paid
Once we were just like them
I hope we?ll never be again

A reminder
Let this be a reminder

Of the nights when we were on the bend
Looking for some kind of casual friend
I thought I needed a girl of each kind
One for the body and one for the mind