You look like a f**ing bat, you old s*ut
I really loathe vulgarity, so common
Your disgraceful cellulitus
You'll never be the same again
f**ing stereotype
You take just like a c*nt
c*nt f**s just like a c*nt
You ache just like a c*nt
You break just like a c*nt
A c*nt like you
f**ing stereotype
Listen to the sound of being alive
Look at yourself, c*nt
Wrap up
Pull yourself together
You're a f**ing mess
You're a f**ing disgrace
c*nt
And still you're saying nothing happened?
While that dog looks at you
He's glancing at that snatch of wizening cleavage
Wizening old tit
Attraction
You must be f**ing joking, c*nt
And as for those ridicolous shoes
Always too much perfume
Always too much plaster
Yes, that dog looks at you
In fascinated repulsion
Even his disgusting half-erection is disgusted
Because nothing in the world could possibly compare
To holding
His sweet little daughter's hand
Could it?
c*nt