Little Bitch

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If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat 

It shakes and shivers in fright 

You go and sleep with your mother, she hates your guts 

She knows that you love her so she holds you tight 

All through the night, until the broad daylight 

And when she doesn't come home you have to sleep alone 

Then you wet your bed, and I think that's sad 

For a girl of nineteen it's more than sad, it's obscene 



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And your girlfriend sweet little seventeen 

She's got her layered hair, and her flared jeans 

You know what that means? She's just a little queen 

She shares your London flat, she thinks that London's where it's at, although it stinks 

And when it rains you wear your hat, and your plum coloured PVC wet look maxi-mac 

You tie your ginger hair back in a bun 

You're the ugliest creature under the sun 



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And you think it's about time that you died, and I agree, so you decide on suicide 

You tried but you never quite carried it off 

You only wanted to die in order to show off 

And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me, you're even wronger than you'd normally be 

And the only things you want to see are kitsch 

The only thing you want to be is rich 

Your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch 

I know, you know, you're just a little bitch 



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