I says, ‘put on your coat’
She wouldn’t stop her yap
So I’ve grabbed her round throat
I ain’t given her no slap!
She's made me do it, I swear
She’s jealous. She’s turned to fat
She’s scared I’m looking elsewhere
They’re all the same, birds like that
But them cameras, they lied
Look at it this way, blood
She’s hardly even cried!
She’s made me do it, the tart
Flirting with every bloke
She knows nuffink about art
She’s turned me into joke!
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