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macc lads - tart with the heart lyrics

she came out of the bogs, she stank of damp dogs
with an oxfam shop smell, her clothes were louder than
h-ll
drowning out the jukebox
i avoided her stare by diving under a chair
but right next to my nose, a pair of stilettos
i didn’t have a prayer
she shouts:
“hey you, what you doing down there?
i were jutht tellin’ the girlth about our affair-
how you took uth ‘ome a week latht thunday,
and made a meth before i got your kn-b out of your
undieth”
she’s the tart with the heart, she’s the b-tch with the
lisp
spreads the word and her legs, she’s a gossip columnist
look up in the ‘phone book for the northern part of
china
there’s still one chin that hasn’t been hard-up on her
v-g-n-

she was lying, of course. i made a bolt for the door,
but the loudmouth sl-t stuck out a foot, and put me
back on the floor
i crawled behind the plants to avoid her glance,
but before very long, the familiar pong – v-g-n-l
deoderant
she shouts:
“hey you, what you doing down there?
i were jutht tellin’ your maytth about our affair
and if therth any chanth you could get thum medicathion
tho you can avoid your premature -j-c-l-thionth?”

- macc lads lyrics

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