My daughter is very beautiful 

But she attracts the wrong type 

The obsessives 

The mummy’s boys 

The collectors of beautiful things 

Normally I would have a word 

In their shell like 

And things would return to normal 

But Nick was persistent 

And began scaring Vikki 

He was something in the City 

And often flashed the cash 

I tried to warn him off 

But he would not listen 

And on one occasion threatened me 

Which was his biggest mistake 

As I have friends 

Very good friends 

I was not cruel 

As I knew he liked fast cars 

He now sleeps in a busy flyover 

And enjoys 

All the flash cars 

That drive above his central bed