Oh language is dead, So she believes, I'm looking up, Socially bereaved, Just like Carlisle, She lies on the border, Disorder surrounds, Her every noun
Oh decry, With these two fingers I can show you why, That I'm restricted, When you kiss me so promiscuously, I'll be screaming go-tilly-go, Oh delay,
Economic downturn you can get a job Apologetic parents you can get a job Sometimes I'm feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow And I'm firing it
He comes in and prepares to attack her for, All the feelings he perceives she's lacking the, Floorboards crack with his lack of restraint so, Her black
Remember this began in Italy, She looked at me and smiled so prettily, Just like the waves, you made me feel so ill, So up and down, I wish that'd you
This is a tale Of a boy of a man Of a girl of a wife For putting your hands Into trousers and knickers Can destroy a life Tension grows The signs of
I'm twenty-four, And I keep getting wiser, She's twenty-eight, And yet she still puts it on a plate, My eyes say we all love a girl if she's slightly
'Cos everybody wants to get with another girl, Just because it's a Friday, And everybody wants to act like they rule the world, Once a week on a Friday
I've been watching figures? on your bedroom floor My grasp of figures leaves you wanting more Well, maybe I'm above this Oh-oh Well, maybe I'm above
Two types of heartache blow my life into pieces, The first is fiscal; the second does not bear repeating, Say Darling Alistair, Why?d your taxes remain
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