I'm a good friend and an excellent lover I can fool myself just like no other person can I'm turning into a twisted man I haven't got any time for selfless
It all started on the school bus You were nine and I was ten Remember you had a Walkman All I had was a middle part and a pen Oh, sweet Louise Whatever
I'd say that this is darkest song I ever wrote No hint of a smile or the usual quirky anecdotes No, this is a song about someone new What not to say,
[Verse 1: JT Money] Hey yo! Life's a bitch, so why marry one? A nigga in love with a bitch is very dumb The PC is hoe-haters That's the motherfuckin'
East London's not a bomb site It is a treasure chest We use our penguin costumes More than our evening dress She said I should come over Though the music
She works downtown in an unmarked bar, flyin' 'round poles She always gave me the fright of my life I didn't mean to get involved it was the alcohol Mixed
We're self imploding Under the weight of your advice I wear a suitcase Under each one of my eyes Finally I know now what it takes It takes money and
She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
Are you gonna screw my head up, as much as I've been told? Yeah, ok, your pretty weird but your not the psycho I've been sold. Thanks for the wonderful
Tales of girls and boys And girls and marsupials Tales of girls and boys And girls and marsupials Tales of girls and boys And marsupials Girls and boys
My teeth have never looked quite this yellow And my body never quite this fat I'll pay well over the odds just to have Some teenage abandoned back I
Please allow me to be your anti-depressant I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestant We kick back and let the pills do the talking People hear
Tales (of girls) And boys (and girls) And Marsupials. Tales (of girls) And boys (and girls) And Marsupials. (Long gap) Tales of girls And boys
I've just had a craziest week Like a party bag of lies, booze and then deceit And I don't know why I want to voice this out loud It's therapeutic somehow
We don't care for romance Romance or shooting stars They were last found together In 18th century memoirs We don't care for lovers If loving's all that
I'm back in Liverpool and everything seems the same but I worked something out last night that changed this little boy's brain a small piece of advice
I'd say that this is darkest song I ever wrote. No hint of a smile, or the usual quirky anecdotes. No, this is a song about someone knew what not to say