d'ya li' to rot the caeser's scott tot - back when you were a little bab
if you put your male self in your mommas shoes it wer-not called 'a-drag'
and back a lad, once loved more than the football team everybody'd adore, the stadium always stayed the same
the fights would never contain the tame
the rights would never call for the flower
the beer dragged on til the early hour, and early afternoon, head - shut up ache,
it comes to the point, where you can't communicate
the dum-dums, spit out prams, the pills, the calpills, polls, and dolls,
actionious man, i need you to take me,
far away, porcelain made, please don't break me
make a me a princess like a snow white, unlike, so pure as the crystal as snorter the white capsul-ing powder, in the late hours...
'all the drugs make you lie on kitchen tiles and carpet rugs'
the persians could use you as an advertising promotionist, just lieing through your teeth like the kayliegh off the chupa chups lolly when you were a little muck, never sorry, taking back the first ball you kicked, busted, and beatniked, 'if I had a pound for every guard you let down', it let down your guard and be a billionaire,
It stops when the satellite ranaway with the TV, football is mostly sometime just a hobby,
I love the men that play the rugby, but funnily, one that plays the mandolin always wins
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