Don't Call Me Darling
[first two lines whispered by Brix]
Don't call me darling
Don't call me darling
Harbouring on it
hates this
wants this
she hates this
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The long black hair
of wretched blue bottle
darting all over
to no avail
I got zero tolerance
My head full
[I'll pack a wool swab]
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People hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
They smell of old pally
voices thick with
Bouncing Jackson
with stupidity
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[[Don't call me darling
Soon there will be dancing
around the queue strippy
high and cheap
why do people hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
a bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
...brown suit...
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...bouncing...
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..why...do...people...hate...
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>>Don't
>>call
>>me
>>darling
No me llames cariño
No me llames cariño
No me llames cariño
Alojándose en ello
odia esto
quiere esto
ella odia esto
>>No me llames cariño
>>No me llames cariño
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>>No me llames cariño
El largo cabello negro
de la miserable mosca azul
revoloteando por todas partes
en vano
Tengo cero tolerancia
Mi cabeza llena
[Empacaré un hisopo de lana]
>>No me llames cariño
>>No me llames cariño
>>No me llames cariño
>>No me llames cariño
La gente odia la belleza
No puedo entenderlo
Huelen a viejo amigo
voces densas con
Rebotando Jackson
con estupidez
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[[No me llames cariño
Pronto habrá baile
alrededor de la cola rayada
alto y barato
¿Por qué la gente odia la belleza?
No puedo entenderlo
un rebote...
>>No me llames cariño
>>No me llames cariño
...traje marrón...
>>No me llames cariño
...rebotando...
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...rebotando...
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...rebotando...
>>No me llames cariño
..¿por qué...la...gente...odia...
>>No me llames cariño
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>>No
>>me
>>llames
>>cariño
Escrita por: Craig Scanlon / Mark E. Smith