Direction of strong man de Arab Strap

We're barely half way there. you're stretched out and clamped around me. i don't think there's drink at home. you make a little snore and shift. just keep your head down there. you sleep, i'll give directions. i'll use the private miles to plan some tactics and a gift. i'll move around you, attack and surround you. she talked me back inside - thank fuck our friends are nosey. any reaction's good - it's a stupid way to make me say it. did we go far enough? did it just serve its purpose? if words are still a problem i'll cut it out and let you weigh it.