Look at you, you cokie
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You're looking like a shit
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You're tied up in your own sweet hell
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Of watching your own tricks
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You're just a silly Willie
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A short arsed little stump
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You're high and fake like Auntie Drake
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Who's shopping with his mum
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All you ever wanted was to be him
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Everything you want is in his face
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All you ever want is to be in now
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But the trouble is, you`ll always just be her, always her
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Look at you, you problem
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You think you're causing grief
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But we're not brutes we've just begun
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To shove it in your face
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And every night it's harder
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For you to play your dope
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'Cause we're exposing breakfast chums
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You haven't got a hope
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All you ever wanted was to be him
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Everything you want is in his face
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All you ever want is to be in now
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But the trouble is, you`ll always just be her
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Try a little harder, to try a little harder
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Tour Hymn
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| Skunk Anansie |
