Proper & Prim

There are just the two of us
We're so proper and prim
But this is the year
We roll back the carpet
And do things on a whim.

Though there are just the two of us
Neither with a hair out of place
This is the year
We let our hair down
And become a proper disgrace.

This is us, just the two of us
Ready and willing to sin
We sit on our chairs
Suppressing our fears
But don't know where to begin?


Shout to the devil