Ant Smith

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You're Unbelievable

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Got to get off, executive drugs

I’ve been wholly credit crunched

I can’t keep up with, the magic dust.

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Every morning, I make love

You may think I’m a cupid stunt

But I worn my knob, to a twelve inch stump

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

A barrel of beer just isn’t enough

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Every day I plot to kill my boss

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Tell the truth my teachers preached

And life will treat you, “Oh, so sweet”

Never heard such amazing tosh

So I veneer my life with a sheen of gloss

Little, inconsequential me

You might call them worthless lies

I call them my,

Disguise

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