I don’t believe in growing up
I’m still a schoolboy pratt
Whenever I see bra-straps
They just fidget to be snapped.
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Sunburnt brit:
It’s the new colour
In the Dulux range this summer.
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If dogs had people’s thumbs
And people had dogs’ tongues
Would they be texting messages
While we were sniffing bums?
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The cutest thing is when confused
Mummy’s little soldier
Waves the skirt of truce.
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I guess there was a last time
I sat on daddy’s head
And grabbed on tight to his greying hair
As he led me by the legs
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 5:08 AM UTC
I don’t believe in growing up
I’m still a schoolboy pratt
Whenever I see bra-straps
They just fidget to be snapped.
*
Sunburnt brit:
It’s the new colour
In the Dulux range this summer.
*
If dogs had people’s thumbs
And people had dogs’ tongues
Would they be texting messages
While we were sniffing bums?
*
The cutest thing is when confused
Mummy’s little soldier
Waves the skirt of truce.
*
I guess there was a last time
I sat on daddy’s head
And grabbed on tight to his greying hair
As he led me by the legs
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