Group 1 - $ky

She can epitomise
All of your clichés
And she makes you feel alive
Compliments your t-shirt
And then leaves you terrified
And when you're in bed at night
She kills you
She kills you
She kills you
She kills you
She's got bigger eyes
Than the last, and she'll be fucking with fitter guys
They won't last, but they're all double your size
Doing something with there lives
And they'd kill you
They'd kill you
They'd kill you
They'd kill you
They'd kill you
Sat on my phone the other night
You viewed my story
But it didn't make me cry
Didn't make me horny
I'm sure that's what you'd like
But no more
You've already killed me
You've killed me
You've killed me
You've killed me
Find peace on the riverside
Hand in your pocket
And the other on a light
It's a must, to be forgotten
And it's easier this time
She's so sweet, she's rotten
Shan't we talk a bit online?
Find something in common
Well everybody has their dreams
Let's all make it by faking our streams
Tell them that you got it
Everything they need
(Always desperately in need of weed)
I don't care if it kills me
It kills me
It kills me
It kills me
Singing songs about a 'she'
Convinced yourself it's life living by the sea
Do they care? Probably
He's in denial, she doesn't agree
The world is fucking with my mind
She'll dance on top so now it's spinning all the time
Decide our fate at the bottom of the wine
Under orange $ky
I'd let her
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me

Written by:
Wilfrid Dickson

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