Ventolin you cause me so much grief, Having asthma it can be so annoying, Yeah but at least you haven't got other diseases and shit, Yeah yeah yeah, I
Caroline C-Caroline, yeah Caroline C-Caroline Caroline sits in her room Playing killer, killer, killer, killer beats Ooh, Caroline sits in her room Playing
Barbecue food is good You invite me out to eat it, I should go But I'm feeling kind of nervous and not quite myself So I'm running late on purpose and
Dirty streets and dirty deals Doesnt need thinking about Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but Actually it fucking does Dirty streets and
Everybody thinks that girl's so fine Everybody's like, I'll make her mine Everyone thinks she's a bit of alright But I think that she's not so nice Every
I just love you more I just love you more I just love you more Than anything I just love you more I just love you more I just love you more Than anything
She was waiting at the station He was getting off the train He didn't have a ticket So he had to bum through the barriers again Well, the ticket inspector
I've got a secret, I can't tell you I've got a secret, I can't tell you I've got a secret, I can't tell you I've got a secret, I can't tell you You would
That girl is giving you the eye, and I and I and I Don't like it how she makes you laugh so much How when you're talking, that you touch She's instantly
That boy behind the curtain was no one that I trusted I didn't like his face, I didn't think that he was cute But I kissed him just to get some information
I'm heavy handed to say the least My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher 'Cause I spill things from stirring 'em too quickly I'm far too loud It'
Watching me like you never watched no one Don?t tell me that you didn?t try an' check out my bum ?Cause I know that you did ?cause your friend told me
Everybody took everything that they could And they made a little town out of stones and out of wood, And they made a little king out of plastercine, And
Hey bitch touch this Dooo yooo ay yayayahyay! You don't have to suck dick to succeed You don't have to suck dick to succeed You don't have to suck dick
I hate seagulls and I hate being sick I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits I hate falling over, I hate grazing my knee I hate picking
This is my face Covered in freckles With the occasional spot and some veins This is my body Covered in skin And not all of it you can see And this is
All I know is that you're so nice You're the nicest thing I've seen I wish that we could give it a go See if we could be something I wish I was your
Thursday night, everything's fine Except you've got that look in your eye When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring You're thinking of something
