Public Display of Affection - Exit
This face
Don't Show your face
Disgraced Face
Fuck Face
Face full
Face Fuck
Facial
All the pretty things
I carried for you are gone
Christ-a-fuck
And his friend
They went down to the Oxford
To the fair
There were twelve men dressed as Tarzan
Following him to the fair
So there he was
Christ-a-fuck
Just walking home from the darlo bar
A normal lad, doing his thing
Wanna get home
Maybe hit the milk bar
And when you close
Your eyes
You see his face from time to time
To time to time
It comes as no surprise
To love him was your only crime
It ain't easy now
It ain't easy now
Then they charge right up to him
They kicked his head
Right through his fucking teeth
Then they take your wallet
Your ten bucks too
The ten bucks you earn't for one hour
May I remind you
All the pretty things I carried for you are gone
All the pretty things I carried for you are
Written by:
Madeleine Munk
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