Stuffed my face with chocolate and chips
Don't stop to
Darling you're my baby
You are an angel, baby
Girl
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
Look out the window
And what do you see?
Every
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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