Break a mirror, roll the dice. Run with scissors through a chip-pan firefight. Go into business with a grizzly bear. But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair.
Have you got colour in your cheeks?. Do you ever get the fear that you can't shift the type. That sticks around like summat in your teeth?. Are there some aces up your sleeve?.
He knew what he wanted to say. But he did not want to word it. The dirty little Herbert. Was seeking an escape. But the place was well guarded. . The guiltyness that started.