How can the things she said all possibly be [bad word] 
That everything I ever got I give to you
Is this a bam up? Oh cause this is sick you know
You know I’ll break your fingers then I’ll break yer toes
Y’know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes
He got a pure white tan. Yes he’s my every man
Don’t make me sink my teeth into yer bloody nose
 [bad word] 
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh on the backseat

He said you’ve been stealing my best moves now for days
I could’ve killed you in so many different ways
But you’re so funny and I kinda like your band
I hate these [bad word] from London they don’t try enough
They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff
But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a [bad word] mess
I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough
 [bad word] 
Oh my dearest wont you let us
Be my nearest don’t forget us lye, la, la, lye
Ella said you’d gladly give us
Everything but wont forgive us lye, la, la, lye