It's this old Hoover that I hate best
I wish it was the thing that rhymed
I don't think it really shows me
That it's time to stop being rude
Rudeness kills and tiredness kills me
Tori, please be silent all these years
I'll fly

But it's the last week of September
The year is 1835, oh shit
Wishing wells early December due
Due to noises making me cry
But I ain't telling you to piss off
I ain't telling you to fly

I'm praying you for 2 more times
It's not easy to fuck me off
You cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt
I wish I died of AIDS in bed
That ain't a laughing matter neither is
Biting, and or hitting girls

It ain't a great old idea
To show your gran that N'dubz video
Wish Dappy he would have died
Or I'll hate Tulisa for that video

But I ain't telling you to spit at me
But I ain't telling you for the Fray

I'm telling you to save a life
It's not 'How To a Save A Life'
We're moved on, moved on, moved on now
We wished we brought back '06
Back when we had Posh Spice pregnant
And dying of old age
Age, age, age, uh age eh

But I ain't telling you to piss off
But I ain't telling you to fuck me

I'm having much intercourse
Via AOL using Falkirk accents
I'll die die, ah die
I used to use Vicodin back then
It's not a same to fuck a hob
Mary Anne Hobbs