Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Everyone Knows How To Dance To Hip Hop Except Me
I find myself suddenly single / And I haven't been clubbing in ages....
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Too Drunk To Walk
You're too drunk to walk / And I'm too scared of rapists...
Labels:
pop walkin',
too drunk to walk
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Immigrant Girls
With your face you could be my soulmate / You make my whole bloody body ache...
Labels:
immigrant girls,
pop migrations
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Dontcha Wish Your Boyfriend Was More Like Me?
Voice like a donkey / And hung like an owl / I bet that you wish it was the other way around...
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Staying In On A Friday Night Is Very Different To Staying In On A Thursday Night
My head's banging with what I must be missing /
And my heart's aching with who you must be kissing...
And my heart's aching with who you must be kissing...
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
He Looks Nothing Like Me
We were kissing and finding out who we were /
On that grassy bit outside Victoria...
On that grassy bit outside Victoria...
Labels:
He Looks Nothing Like Me,
Jose Mourhino
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Why Aren't I Kissing Beyoncé Knowles?
I don't know what that joke meant /
But I know it was funny and at my expense /
So I'll just laugh and pretend /
I find myself as funny as they do...
But I know it was funny and at my expense /
So I'll just laugh and pretend /
I find myself as funny as they do...
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Adam Likes You
Oh I'd love to hold your hand through the night /
Pretend to like the things that you like /
I say I love that song by the Artful Dodger /
And invent a robot to serve you vodka...
Pretend to like the things that you like /
I say I love that song by the Artful Dodger /
And invent a robot to serve you vodka...
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
Crap At The Environment
I might be crap at the environment, my dear /
But before the ice-caps disappear...
But before the ice-caps disappear...
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Mr Wallis Please
I'll tell you straight /
Your Dad has no manners /
He says I'm a prat /
And looks at me with daggers when you touch my thigh...
Your Dad has no manners /
He says I'm a prat /
And looks at me with daggers when you touch my thigh...
Monday, 3 August 2009
Let's Snog
I can't stop saying your name
But that's not due to my stutter
It's 'cos you are utterly beautiful and I, I love you...
But that's not due to my stutter
It's 'cos you are utterly beautiful and I, I love you...
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