(feat. Britney Spears)
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It's getting late I have an inkling
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That you would ra-ther stay out drinking
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You're a dangerous, little pisshead,
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(Drinking more than you need than you need to babe, that ain't not way for a girl to behave)
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Look, even though you're proper fit
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You kinda put me off because you smell a bit
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Like a cross between
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An ashtray and the sofa down the pub, darling give your tongue a scrub
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Every weekend out on the town
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You only ever stop when it all falls down
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You can't string a sentence, legs don't work
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Next day drinks cause your head still hurts
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Your friend was pissed, you had more than she did
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Face it love you drank more than you needed
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I've tried pleading, you've tried reading self help books,
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But they're misleading a¢æ¡° please love, you're getting worse by the day
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[Chorus:]
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Look you've spilt chardonnay all over you
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And I still hang around there's no question your fit
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So I still tell myself I'm in love with you
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But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic
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I'm only telling you the truth,
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Your toxic breaths fuckin rank
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And I don't need no proof
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Cause your hair smells of fags and your breaths fuckin toxic
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I'm worried now that you're addicted
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Cause you more than binge, you're unrestricted
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I lay awake in bed at night
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(Thinking about your liver and it makes me shiver)
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I look at your smile and remember why
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You're the sweet apple of my eye
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If you carry on drinking, sinking into
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Copious amounts of spirits, liqour
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Lager, cider, you'll get wider,
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And when you die your mum will cry
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And I'll be right there sat beside her
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Tryna hide her from the awful truth, that her daughter was a fuckin alci
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[Chorus:]
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Look you've spilt pinot G all over you
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And I still hang around there's no question your fit
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So I still tell myself I'm in love with you
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But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic
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Look girl when we have sex,
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It smells like I'm in a brewery
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I don't know where we go next
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Cause your hair smells of fags and your breaths fuckin toxic
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Monday night just a bottle of pinot
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Tuesday yet more bottles of vino
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Wednesday night and you take a night off
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Thursday your back on the Smirnoff
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Friday night it's the cocktail menu
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Saturday getting thrown out the venue
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Sunday you lay comatose
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Wouldn't be surprised if you'd overdosed, nah, not at all, cause you're a liability
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[Chorus:]
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Look I've spilt pinot g all over me!
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And I still hang around there's no question your fit
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So I still tell myself I'm in love with you
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But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic
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You've spilt pinot G all over you
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And I still hang around there's no question your fit
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So I still tell myself I'm in love with you
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But your hair smells of fags and your breaths fucking toxic
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Toxic Breath
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