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Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses with wet white trousers on
And worlds collide as the evening continues the dignity fucks off
Her brothers gone off to the strippers to make up for all the lost time
She could have been one of the bitches but shes actually alright
Cigarette smoker, im sorry but were all unsure, how much youve had but we think that you ought to maybe not have anymore
A country home even if we really tried wouldnt cease to surprise us now
And bet your dad would like to give us all a slap when are your parents back dyou know?
I never came from no ghetto but it wasnt nowhere near here
Well spoken girls and stilettos, arent something to fear
Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke doesnt hide as well as you think and youd think that it ought to act as the perfect disguise
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