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I bet you wouldn't put those tattoos on your gravestone Not that's it's any of my business, But you look like an idiot, And I heard you say that girls name and it ain't the same as the one on your neck as your necking today, Is it mate, And I don't mean to come across boring, But I'm sure your mothers name ain't Tory either. Necks covered in angel wings, and misdemeanours; I hope there's someone watching over you to see you make those mistakes. It looks pretty cool though - make no mistakes. But I can see through your thick rimmed spectacles. Making a spectacle of yourself when you can clearly see. A small package bugling through your skinny jeans And of course Dr Martens, And a quiff that's bleached. Farewell flower child, Don't look so amazed and glare, When people stare at you and your down right ridiculous tattoos, On the platform after me that's a par for you, I was only passing through, With naked skin, Untouched by ink. You would think I didn't want to leave a mark in this world were in.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
Twattoos
I bet you wouldn't put those tattoos on your gravestone Not that's it's any of my business, But you look like an idiot, And I heard you say that girls name and it ain't the same as the one on your neck as your necking today, Is it mate, And I don't mean to come across boring, But I'm sure your mothers name ain't Tory either. Necks covered in angel wings, and misdemeanours; I hope there's someone watching over you to see you make those mistakes. It looks pretty cool though - make no mistakes. But I can see through your thick rimmed spectacles. Making a spectacle of yourself when you can clearly see. A small package bugling through your skinny jeans And of course Dr Martens, And a quiff that's bleached. Farewell flower child, Don't look so amazed and glare, When people stare at you and your down right ridiculous tattoos, On the platform after me that's a par for you, I was only passing through, With naked skin, Untouched by ink. You would think I didn't want to leave a mark in this world were in.
London Underground
gotguanxi
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
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