My nookie days are over, my pilot light is out. What used to be my sex appeal, is now my water spout. Time was, when of its own accord from my pants it would spring, but now i have a fck*ng job to find the bloody thing. Used to get embarassed the way it would behave, for every single morning it stood up when i shaved. Now as old ages approaches it sure gives me the blues. To see it hang its little head, and watch me tie my shoes.