Meet آپ downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt
You say 'what did آپ do with him today?'
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella,my guy
Hand me you're stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told آپ I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed,with my ex boy
He's in a place,but I can't get joy
Thinking on آپ in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you,chips and pitta
You say 'when we married'
'cause you're not bitter
'There'll be none of...
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