| Look at you, you cokie
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| You’re looking like a shit
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| You’re tied up in your own sweet hell
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| Of watching your own tricks
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| You’re just a silly Willie
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| A short arsed little stump
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| You’re high and fake like Auntie Drake
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| Who’s shopping with his mum
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| All you ever wanted was to be him
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| Everything you want is in his face
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| All you ever want is to be in now
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| But the trouble is, you’ll always just be her, always her
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| Look at you, you problem
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| You think you’re causing grief
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| But we’re not brutes we’ve just begun
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| To shove it in your face
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| And every night it’s harder
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| For you to play your dope
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| 'Cause we’re exposing breakfast chums
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| You haven’t got a hope
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| All you ever wanted was to be him
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| Everything you want is in his face
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| All you ever want is to be in now
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| But the trouble is, you’ll always just be her
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| Try a little harder, to try a little harder |