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| To the tune of "I will survive" |
| At first I was afraid, I was petrified, By the ugly wanker that was laying by my side, I would have drunk a little less, I would have tried to keep my head, If I�d know for just one minute I�d be in your crusty bed. |
| I tried to go, walkout the door, But I laughed so hard at your small knob, that i've fallen on the floor, Your butts a pimply mess, it�s a broken out disgrace, But I�d rather look at that than your fucking ugly face. |
| I want to go, I�ve got to leave, Your talk of chicks and football really makes me want to heave, I only know I�ve got to stop my drinking spirits and the beer, Coz when I looked at you last night, you looked just like Richard Gere |
| I can�t believe - that we both shagged, You should be wearing concrete shoes or simply bound and gagged. I�m fucking off right now, i'm jumping in the flipping train, And i'm not stopping till i'm home and washed your crustys down the drain. |
| Please let me go, I feel quite sick, We had the worst shag in the world and you�re an ugly prick, I should have shagged your gorgeous mate, at least he�s got a lovely flat, But no, I go and trust the booze and now i�m stuck with you, you twat |
| It�s time to go, run out the door, You look so ugly it should really be against the law, I�m gonna give up all the booze, i�m gonna have no stupid fun, Coz waking up beside your mug just makes me want to be a nun. |
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