Mickeyedm

I was 21 when I met Michael trezise, saw him on an app and thought I'd give it a try, met him and looked into his eyes, got to know him and he turned out to be nice. He came to mine and brought me a Stella, had a good chat he was a decent fella, got on the bus and went to see him in wigan, turned out Michael had a big en.

Mr postman, known you a while, when I was unhappy u made me smile, sweet like syrup like tate and lyle, hope your well not seen you for a while.

[Verse]1 day, went and met him once more, ate an apple on the bus and discarded the core, he took me on the train to canal street, didn't know if I could handle the heat. It was full of gays looking at me like food, Michael told them not to be so rude. I was paranoid about anyone coming on to me, would of been a different story had I had a few keys.

[Verse]fast forward, about 15 years, since then I've met up with lots of queers, didn't drink much then but now I'm on the beer, HEY MICHAEL,IM STILL HERE. he's a mate although we don't talk much, wasn't even anything more as such, he posts them letters through the residents doors, at weekend goes to canal street being a man whore

[Final Chorus]Oh hickey, hope your doing okay, when I met you I wasn't comfortable with the gays, thank you for giving me a taste, glad that part of my life wasn't such a waste. Hope that your doing well, if the parcel too big then ring the bell, wheelspin round corners in your little red van. Michael trezise what a nice man