The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Brit Flick
Going out with this bird tonight
Hope she wears those leathers tight
Met her in a rock club, some biker chick
Going to take her to see this Brit flick

Few beers later and my tongue is wagging
Talk about everything apart from shagging
She gets the beers in real quick
I think we're too drunk now to see the Brit flick

Sitting in this pub in the heart of Soho
She asks me if I really want to go?
I tell her I don't really give a sh!t
About going to see this Brit flick

Minutes turn to hours and time shoots by
Then she tells me about this guy
Turns out she is married to this guy called Nick
So I say goodbye and go off to see this Brit Flick



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