Stuffed my face with chocolate and chips
Don't stop to
Darling you're my baby
You are an angel, baby
Girl
I love everyone
Everyone loves me
I hate everyone
everyone
Wear what I wear
Its really cool
Dress like I
I look forward to going to places
I like seeing
Nothing of it is true
'Cause no one knows the
Help us, help us
We're so fat
Help us now
As time goes by
The days are passed
I wonder
Snooker is boring
It really is shity
They show it
I have to write this song
To correct all that
There's a shite
who I don't like
I want to
You get close to people
Who you care about
You
The world today
Is full of People
Who are depressed
As I was walking, lonely, down the street
Suspicious of
What just happened
Happened to confuse
Confuse and offend
Offend
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