Låttexter: Specials. Little Bitch.

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If you ever hear a noise in the night you're body starts to sweat
It shakes with shivers in fright, you go and sleep with your mother
She hates your guts, she knows that you love her
So she holds you tight all through the night
Until the broad daylight but when she doesn't come home
You have to sleep alone then you wet your bed
And I think that's sad for a girl of nineteen
It's more than sad it's obscene

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And your girlfriend's sweet little seventeen, she's got her layered hair
And her flared jeans you know what that means
She's just a little pretty, she shares your London flat
She thinks her bloke knows where it's at although he stinks
And when it rains you wear your hat and your plum colored
P.V.C. wet look mac you tie your ginger hair back in a bun
You're the ugliest creature under the sun

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And you think it's 'bout time that you died
And I agree, so you decide on suicide
You've tried but you've never quite carried it off
You only wanted to die in order to show off
And if you think it's gonna bleed all over me
You're even wronger than you'd normally be
And the only things you want to see are kitsch
The only thing you want to be is rich
Your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch
I know, you know, you're just a little bitch

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