FIVE O'CLOCK SHADOW

I made love - felt like I hadn't shaved for 24 hours,
went outside, wet, got caught in some snow showers,
white specks on a black man, an albino down the road,
when I returned, my partner was reading 'The Da Vinci Code.'

Someone said that all those guys had a poncey beard,
the Illuminati gathering just like Robert Langdon feared,
I wonder if anyone else had drawn a perfect circle,
yes, my barber with the fade haircut magical.

Not forgetting my tattoos, logos on my designer shoes,
the winner takes it all, what is there to lose;
I was accused of looking just like D'artagnan,
they can say what they like, I'm my greatest fan.

See the muscles chaps, never mind angels and demons,
my ears are listening, glistening, filled with diamonds.