Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard. Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers. Mine's a Kronenberg mate. The streets. . Who gots the funk?. Geezers, geezers, geezers.
It's who dares wins in the city. Sit pretty. Locked on not tripoli. Get dressed for the party. As I spit simile after simile. . Got the latest Nikes on my feet.
Ah, see, right see the thing. That's got it all fucked up now is camera phones. How the hell am I supposed to be able to do a line. In front of complete strangers.
I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'. Starin' straight and not blinkin'. He's not givin' anythin' away. What is he thinkin'?. . I wish I could read what his eyes are sayin'.
Turn left up the street. Nothing but gray concrete and dead beats. Grab something to eat, Maccy D's or KFC. Only one choice in the city. Done voice in my pity, now let's get to the nitty gritty.
Saying I love you forever, won't hold us together. A dove and a feather won't better our love or recover us ever. But I don't know if I missed you. Or if I'm blowing this tissue because I only miss you.
I dream that one day I'll have a child. And that child will say to me "Dad, what was war?". But it's not going to happen. . It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled.
Oi ref, you blatantly saw his left leg. Clipping Ryan in the box, that's a red. He was one on one with the keeper. Have a word with the linesman flagging on your left.