I look in the mirror and see
not me
see
not me
I see
an artist with a frock on,
backing up a bit
I see
an artist with a smock on,
not me.
And they're talking 'bout the Shard!
if a ***** looking thing ever
looked so hard
it's the Shard.
I'm talking Annoyed and
thinking of beating up Freud
they're
thinking Schadenfreude,
that's why Lloyds
exists
for sinking wrecks and
sunken ships.
It's a hell of a mess
when you've got to confess
you've made a hell of a mess,
reflections of me in a dress,
(frocks is cool,
but they don't fool the mirror)
Cruising
pen in hand
Saddique in the driving seat
beat Boris hands down
to be the
new Mayor
in London town.
Out on the balcony and
the only thing to welcome me
is pigeon **** and
two white feathers
and the
weather's
nice.
Fifteen degrees and she's
in a bikini,
who let the genie out
of the lamp?
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
I look in the mirror and see
not me
see
not me
I see
an artist with a frock on,
backing up a bit
I see
an artist with a smock on,
not me.
And they're talking 'bout the Shard!
if a ***** looking thing ever
looked so hard
it's the Shard.
I'm talking Annoyed and
thinking of beating up Freud
they're
thinking Schadenfreude,
that's why Lloyds
exists
for sinking wrecks and
sunken ships.
It's a hell of a mess
when you've got to confess
you've made a hell of a mess,
reflections of me in a dress,
(frocks is cool,
but they don't fool the mirror)
Cruising
pen in hand
Saddique in the driving seat
beat Boris hands down
to be the
new Mayor
in London town.
Out on the balcony and
the only thing to welcome me
is pigeon **** and
two white feathers
and the
weather's
nice.
Fifteen degrees and she's
in a bikini,
who let the genie out
of the lamp?
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