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I don't want to sound pretentious, I don't want to be a bore. But my car is a Lamborghini And yours is just a Ford My home is my castle, Seven bedrooms to explore. I have a maid in the scullery, And marble on the floor. I dress in top designer chic, My jewellery's in the vault, I have a gun beneath my pillow, It's really not my fault. There's floodlights in the garden And security alarm fired up, I see a psychologist weekly To ensure my brains not stuck I want to build a pyramid, So when my time has come, I can take the whole lot with me So I won't be worrisome!
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
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I don't want to sound pretentious, I don't want to be a bore. But my car is a Lamborghini And yours is just a Ford My home is my castle, Seven bedrooms to explore. I have a maid in the scullery, And marble on the floor. I dress in top designer chic, My jewellery's in the vault, I have a gun beneath my pillow, It's really not my fault. There's floodlights in the garden And security alarm fired up, I see a psychologist weekly To ensure my brains not stuck I want to build a pyramid, So when my time has come, I can take the whole lot with me So I won't be worrisome!
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
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