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The Beautiful South - I May Be Ugly Şarkı Sözleri
with a face like a crab´s bus ticket and skin like a llama´s door mat he was always gonna struggle nature had seen to that he dreamt of those old-fashioned movies where bogart gets the dame but a lorry load of lorre is still the score of pain and he sings i may be ugly but i´ve got the bottle-opener he may be fat but he´s got the cork-screw and in the party party politics of this ugly fame there is no orderly queue with a chin like a tramp´s juke-box and eyes like a rhino´s ash-tray it was always going to be pantomime that made him sing and dance anyway when you feel like london and you look like hull you think travolta pulled newton - john who did john hurt pull? and they compliment the compliment and it´s driving you insane it´s like talking to a helicopter when you know that you´re a plane breath like a mountain goat´s satchel nose like a pool of sick but you always leave your flies ahoy ´cause the world wants to suck your dick let it suck! and he sings i may be ugly but i´ve got the bottle-opener he may be fat but he´s got the cork-screw and in the party party politics of this ugly fame there is no orderly queue |
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