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Get down six feet under |
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I wish she would, your fat blanket mother |
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She growls and roars like thunder |
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A mouth so big, the eighth world wonders |
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She wants me to throw her daughter away |
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And pick her up instead... |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Yes another cunning plot, to get me under her covers |
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Dior stockings and nothing on top |
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She ain't like a normal mother |
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I wish I was a million miles away |
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So I can't hear her say... |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Don't don't walk away |
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Don't don't walk away |
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Don't don't walk away |
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When will this dreadful nightmare end? |
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I really don't want another |
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That fat blanket woman drives me round and bend |
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How can you get lower when hell is in the gutter |
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I wish I was a million miles away |
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So I can't hear her say... |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
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Don't walk away (Don't walk away) |
