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Feb 2019
It's my space, it's my space
get out, go away
they are everywhere
they're taking my toys
they're playing with my toys
they take everything from us
and it's our ****** space

I can't talk to them
they beat me up
some carry knives
am scared of them all
they can fight
and they beat us up at school
my father is scared to
mum too
they are everywhere
brown, yellow
all colours
and it's our ****** space

but they take it from us
like it's their own
I am really scared of them
so I always try to be nice
but all the time I am scared
they do all we do
and do it better
its our ****** space

BUT...there's one we got

not like all the others
and stays alone
so we tie up quickly
and we all gang up
ha, we got brave now
Yippee...revenge is sweet
let's all go kicking and battering
it's our space, it's our space
Yes, let's take it all out
on this one
it's just one
its our ****** space

BUT...oh ..oh....oh
even ****** one is still too much
we're trying
but.....oh...jipes,
we are just ****** cowards
let's face it, we're snivelling cowards
and it's our space
its our ****** space

MUMMY...sob...sob

Stop crying and fretting little men
there's enough room for you all....
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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