Well it was seven o' clock when she let me in, she said
Little son what's your kind of thing
I go whoo - yeah, whoo - oh yeah
Drew back her hair she looked and smiled yeah
I need some comfort for a little while, I go
Whoo - yeah, whoo - oh yeah, whoo
Inside:
More swearing!
Oh, right, we can afford it now!
Ooooh!
Pub quiz!
Footie Threat-o-meter: Not a booking yet.
Poll: Bogroll facing out or in?
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