How I'd like to talk to you
Oh how I'm still
I felt I was one with you,
You probably didn’t see,
Oh
I'll pull my covers off my lady in the night,
To
Blind Pew he covers you with colours of the night
I was taught a lesson by these cobbled streets that
I love the dress sense and the colour of your
He said he does so I believe him
He said he
There’s a mile long queue at the chippy
I wish I
Living on them pills lying in squalor,
That's the life of
Man with a crown, the one that always frowns,
I'd rather
I know you
And you know me
We're all alone
We're meant
Skag trendy thought he new just what to do,
He was
Superstar tradesman
Stand at the bar
Get a trade son
You will go
Thinking of poems of poverty
Sitting with a tight clenched wrist,
Cut out your pictures now, I know that you are
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