One, two, three, four, five, six...
It's bad enough you ever
Me, in your back garden
With my Walkman tucked inside my
Word is you slept in a weird position
and your
(instrumental)
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
Any
My boyfriend says he will leave me,
should I A: get
Goodbye, So Long,
We Hope You Liked the Show
Goodbye, So Long
We
Broken down like a war economy
Father Führer, don't be mad
I restored your mother's faith in men whilst boring you
We know that we could sell your magazines
If only you
You expected my war diaries
But time ran out and I,
I am the only one
Searching for you
And if I get
Black holes.
Unraised moles.
Let's just call them freckles.
Hair cut.
Part
Hey! You want some universal truce like
"In your heart, you
"All men are evil except my boyfriend"
Said the sound of
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