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Primadonna



She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine

She wore a pair of dirty ballet shoes
Practised plies down the stairs
Played the prima ballerina
With her ill judged airs

She caught a plane to Greenland
Because she though it nice
To drink her sloe gin
With fresh frozen ice

The very very last time that I saw her
She was doing long handstands
Riding naked on a surfboard
Off of Van Diemens land

I thoroughly cleaned and aired my house
Changed every lock on every door
Hoped she got the right message
Don't come round any more

Sometimes I thought I might miss her
Bur then I quickly shook my head
Switched on the television
To watch a soap instead

She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine
















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