| 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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| 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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| Go!
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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! |