Nobody's perfect I do what I can
If your perfect good luck with that
Your one on your own, cream of the crop
Trouble is I think your a ****
Your brilliant with figures, that can't add up
We call it deception, you call it a job
You magotty toad you utter *******
You bought all your friendship one day it will end
Behind bars or a ditch I'm not shure witch
Who ever gets you first you horrible ****
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
Nobody's perfect I do what I can
If your perfect good luck with that
Your one on your own, cream of the crop
Trouble is I think your a ****
Your brilliant with figures, that can't add up
We call it deception, you call it a job
You magotty toad you utter *******
You bought all your friendship one day it will end
Behind bars or a ditch I'm not shure witch
Who ever gets you first you horrible ****
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