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Bitch
You can’t take a can full of shit
And re-label it as ‘strawberries’
In the hope that when it’s opened
It has become strawberries
You can’t take a bottle of warm piss
Re-label it as 8 year old malt
In the hope that when it’s opened
It has become whiskey
People would find out
Don’t ya think?
It’s a bit like
You can’t tell me you love me
When you’re fucking someone behind my back
In the hope that when I find out
I just won’t believe it
I fuckin will
You bitch!
And re-label it as ‘strawberries’
In the hope that when it’s opened
It has become strawberries
You can’t take a bottle of warm piss
Re-label it as 8 year old malt
In the hope that when it’s opened
It has become whiskey
People would find out
Don’t ya think?
It’s a bit like
You can’t tell me you love me
When you’re fucking someone behind my back
In the hope that when I find out
I just won’t believe it
I fuckin will
You bitch!
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