My Kind of Bloke

Talk nonstop
Forget the barbershop
Let it grow
Work me like leavened dough
Get absurd
Hang me on every word
Don’t shower
Hold your filthy power
Be savage
I’ll return to ravage
Stay sincere
Fingers will puppeteer
Lose your mind
Bodies still intertwined

You could be half dead and broke
And you'd still be my kind of bloke