| 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) |