I'm gonna be hypnotised
To stop me from smoking
Everyone keeps telling me
It's bad for my voice
I'm gonna stay home tonight
So I don't get hungover
Get myself a takeaway
and watch MTV
This is not a confessional song
I'm just singing to myself
My situations didn't leave me strong
Everybody needs a little help
Got myself a little dog (Sasha)
She's eighteen weeks old now
Guess she's just a substitute
But I don't know what for
I was born a Catholic
(Poor old Father Delaney)
Now I'm on a guilt trip
That I try to suppress
This is not a confessional song
I'm just singing to myself
My situations didn't leave me strong
Everybody needs a little help
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This is not a confessional song
I'm just singing to myself
My situations didn't leave me strong
Everybody needs a little help
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