She is a wanker
Different from the rest
Three rings on her finger
Autotune makes her look her best
She is a (middle class) gangster
With a hundred mile stare (those wonky eyes)
When she walks (arthritic stumbles)
Her feet don't touch the flair
She is a wanker
She plays with lightning (matches and the gas stove)
I'm a hundred miles high (running away from her)
Dishing out the thunder (claps for Jack)
Like a God inside the sky
She is a dancer (only at Pontins)
And she dances in my dreams (nightmares)
Reminds me that the world
Is not as evil as it seems (but she is )
She is a belter (wanker)
No happy endings (nope)
Unless fairytales comes true (Jack and the giant slop)
But she looks like a princess (autotune)
And there's not much else to do (run)
I think I love her (no you don’t its gaslighting/victimisation)
She gets underneath my skin (scabby hands)
But I've been stung a few times (three times!)
So I don't let no one in
Not even belters
She is a belter ( wanker )
She is a belter ( wanker )
She is a belter ( wanker)
How can she reach me (Caledonian sleeper or Stagecoach)
When I'm high above the shelf? (
)
Lost inside a smoke ring
While I ponder tae myself
Is she the answer (no)
To the question in my mind?
Is happiness an option (not with her)
Or has love just turned me blind? (That’ll be the slop)
Is she a belter? (No)
No happy endings (not with Jack)
Unless fairytales comes true
But she looks like a princess (autotune)
And there's not much else to do
I think I love her (no you don’t)
She gets underneath my skin (infectious diseases)
But I've been stung a few times (three times!)
So I don't let no one in
Not even belters
She is a wanker
She is a wanker
She is a wanker
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