Down the local
You know what mate, you do your best
But those fucking women never give it a rest
You take her round a nice bunch of flowers
And she’ll sit and dissect the reasons for hours.
Oh yeah it’s always so cool at the start
She’ll do anything you want to win your heart
So it starts out she’s happy to suck on your cock
But soon comes the muttering about some stray sock
She’ll say she’s happy with the footie, says she likes your mates
But that won’t last longer than the first few dates
Then she’ll sulk and pout and act all hurt
That you won’t cut your hair or get rid of that shirt.
So I’m giving it all up, for stuff I understand
That’s me, my mates and my trusty right hand.
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