A slow laze
These are the story girls
Cruising
Fast on the motorways
White smiles
Tipsy with ale
Oh Is your Cheeky ideal

She smashed her head
Woke up an Austrian
Can't achieve
swallowing horse manure
Oh, he's a corporate affair
Oh he's your Xmas style chair

The last time shit Caribbean whore
Grandpa's trusty popgun
Carried you out of the sky

She's down,sick, Assists with cocoa powder.
Ah the Moans chills wrapped in this soup paper
One love is Joined on the show
Real angel not from a pub

Cos Richard Branson fly me to Oregon
What I deserve all comes to Austrians
Safe now I'm on the range.
Oh yes fun is for real

The one last time shit Caribbean whore
Is Grandpa's crusty popgun
Can even up the score

Soap Opera Credo, Soap Opera Credo
Cos everyone can come

Soap Opera Credo, Soap Opera Credo
Cos everyone can come



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