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If you ever hear a noise in the night |
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your body starts to sweat, |
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it shakes and shivers in fright |
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you go and sleep with your mother |
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she hates you guts |
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she knows that you love her |
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so she holds you tight |
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all through the night in to the broad daylight |
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And when she doesn't come home |
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you'll have to sleep alone |
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then you wet your bed and I think that's sad |
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for a girl of 19 it's more than sad, it's obscene! |
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1,2 |
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And your girlfriend sweet little 17 |
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she's got her layered hair and her flared jeans |
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you know what that means, she's just a little queen |
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she shares your London flat |
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she thinks that London's where it's at |
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Although it stinks and when it rains you wear your hat |
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and your plum colored pvc wet- look maxi mac |
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You tie your ginger hair back in a bun |
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you're the ugliest creature, under the sun! |
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1,2 Go! |
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1,2 |
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And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree |
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so you decide on suicide |
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you tried but you never quite carried it out |
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you only wanted to die in order to show off |
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and if you think you're gonna bleed all over me |
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you're even wronger than you'd normaly be |
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And the only things you want to see are kitsch |
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And the only thing you want to be is rich |
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Your little pink up-pointed nose begins twitch |
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I know you know you're just a little bitch! 1,2! |
