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Memoirs From The Gutter
I was just admiring the starry sky
“I fucking love you” I don’t know why”
I know I can be a bit of a prick
And I am feeling a little bit sick
So come here give me a cuddle
What was I saying? I’m in a bit of a muddle
Where did I get this garden gnome?
He’s my friend I’m taking him home
I am NOT drunk far, far from it
Excuse me I think I’m going to vomit
Oh come on officer don’t be mean
I’m sure your uniform will come clean
There’s no need to be so rough
I’ll move along now, I’ve had enough
Get your hands of me you filthy screw
Did I mention, “I fucking love you”
“I fucking love you” I don’t know why”
I know I can be a bit of a prick
And I am feeling a little bit sick
So come here give me a cuddle
What was I saying? I’m in a bit of a muddle
Where did I get this garden gnome?
He’s my friend I’m taking him home
I am NOT drunk far, far from it
Excuse me I think I’m going to vomit
Oh come on officer don’t be mean
I’m sure your uniform will come clean
There’s no need to be so rough
I’ll move along now, I’ve had enough
Get your hands of me you filthy screw
Did I mention, “I fucking love you”
Published 15th Jul 2013
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