Gaz illionaire - Plastic Lass

Love, love is a verb,
Love is a dirty word,
Friendship is love but friendship suffers,
Love gapes a hole and doesn’t flutter,
I’m upset but you’re joy blanks that out,
You’re having it all and I’m on to nowt,
Open you’re eyes girl open you’re heart,
Should’a kept you’re nose clean and out the dark.

You can’t get no satisfaction that’s right,
Gonna stir up a reaction tonight,
Oh tonight you’re gonna let it roar,
Oh tonight you’re gonna shift the moves you’re gonna settle the score,
Too many drinks have gone down you’re neck,
Just finished with me and you’re out to let,
Hold on here’s a confrontation,
Oh stop right there too much information,
Gonna settle you’re arse to a final location,
Gonna show you’re single to the entire nation,
You’re not fully booked unlike a train station,
You’re with a man finally that’s you’re consolation,
You can’t get no satisfaction that’s right,
Gonna stir up a reaction tonight,
Oh tonight you’re gonna let it roar,
Oh tonight you’re gonna shift the moves you’re gonna settle the score,
Too many tongues have been down you’re throat,
Messed me around dint think you was the sort,
Hold on here’s some sympathy,
A boy a drink and a nice settee,
You’re seeing double then you’re seeing three,
When you’re drunk everything’s a possibility,
But when you’re sober there comes reality,
Oh but you’re drunk so it’s just me, me, me.

Gaz illionaire

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