Mick to himself:

Throwaway


Used to play the Casanova
Smoother than the Bossa Nova
Love to play the Romeo
But I never need a home to go to
I'm so greasy, I'm so slick.
I leave no traces
I just get out quick
I use cheap champagne
Brief affairs and backstage love

But a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway

I've played the fool
I've played the clown
I'm an easy lover
When I come to town
It's a fashion
It's a buyers market
It's a buyer's market
To bust it up
Before it's really started
I'm incurably romantic
If you leave me I'll go frantic
With cheap champagne
Brief affairs and backstage love

But a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway
Yes a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway
If the glove still fits
Don't call it quits
Don't throw your life away
Cause a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway

Used to play the Casanova
Faster than a roller coaster
I gave you the best years of my life
Don't you kick me in the gutter

Cause a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway
Yes a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway
Yes there's many a slip
Between a cup and lip
Don't let it slide away
Cause a love like this
Is much too good
To ever throwaway

(bigger bang era when keith was favoring military garb...)

What's that look on your face?
It must have been the walk of shame
Your eyes are all red, get ready for bed
Your hair's all over the place

Look what the cat dragged in
Don't you call me a friend

You look like youre totally spaced
Your breath's got a horrible taste
You look like a leper, dressed as Sergeant Pepper
Are you going to throw up all over my face?

(and another earlier bashing of k's alcoholism...)

If you really want to tear up your mind
If you really want to get yourself blind
Might as well get juiced

(then in the voice of keith)
"Hey mama
What's this crazy game of sevens, eights and nines? (in other words, getting old)
I can't keep up with you baby
I'm gonna give you such a piece of my mind
When I get around to it
Might as well get juiced"