she's seeing this extremely well -mannered,
good -looking chap
He's got a tendency to walk around
an d kick your face in a thot
He wears his trainers, some bedding,
chest and jeans, some lovely tops
Only last week did we hear those nasty
rumours about him shoplifting shops
Well, that's just me and
I'm probably biased
And as we all know,
God loves the trier
I hope that I'll be,
and ever after they'll eventually know
That's rubbish and no one could
die
Now look listen, it is not like he's me friend
In fact, I don't hardly know him
But I know him well enough to
tell you when his eye lights were bad
I mean they were fucking glowing
So I said, look listen,
can you please turn
away, cause my eyes are getting dead sore,
if the truth be told between you and me, I
just couldn't take anymore, well that's just me,
I'm appropriately biased, and I say oh
no,
God knows it's right,
and I hope I'm not there to be a dead bearer of the day,
If actually they know that's rubbish,
no one could die.