See, this is what I don't like about it.

'I'd tap that',
Said Sid from his flat,
To his mate by the window,
Not far where he sat.

'You're not wrong there',
He blurted unaware,
That sweetcheeks could hear them,
Wind flicking her hair.

'She knows where it's at!
Like a neighbourhood cat.
Bet she goes with all them,
Back-Ally-Sally and that.'

'Nah man, d'ya think?
She doesn't look kink.
Looks more like one of those,
You know, pretty n pink.'

'Mate, she looks tough,
That short hair n stuff,
Look at them eyes,
She likes it rough.'

'Ooh there's a stare.'
'At that guy over there.'
'Err what she like him for?'
'Look at his hair!'

'Stupid, gay, twat.'
'Look how he's sat.'
'Lookin' in her eyes,
All romantic and that.'

'What's wrong with us?'
'I don't know Russ.'
'All we really want is,
A shag and some fuss!'

'Ah, who gives a shit?'
'Not me man, fuck it.'
'Anyways, found that girl otherday.'
'Aw mate, was she fit?'

'Nah, but she'll do for a bit...'

Is this really all women are good for?