Just take a look over there, Is that one fit with the long dark hair? Well she's got to be a mucky tart, Her mate looks like a madman's horse. Can I have the fit one? Oh, don't be boring, Me knob's gone deaf, it's one foot long, I've had it up since Monday. Thank God for ugly women, all the boilers bags and trolls, Just so they could get a shag they invented alcohol. Thank God for ugly women, all the boilers bags and trolls, Just so they could get a shag they invented alcohol. She had a face a pig wouldn't lick, Complextion like a bag of sick. And underneath her hanging gut, An alsation with it's windpipe cut. Real fish in her fishnets, all squashed in a paste, Two inch thick soles and between her legs a very smelly place. Thank God for ugly women, all the boilers bags and trolls, Just so they could get a shag they invented alcohol. (Repeat to end)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
