Little Bitch

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If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat

It shakes and 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

And 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 sweet little seventeen

She's got her layered hair, and her flared jeans

You know what that means? She's just a little queen

She shares your London flat, she thinks that London's where it's at, although it stinks

And when it rains you wear your hat, and your plum coloured PVC wet look maxi-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 about time that you died, and I agree, so you decide on suicide

You tried but you never quite carried it off

You only wanted to die in order to show off

And if you think you're 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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