Over and over

Over and over I started to sing, ironically the song called Personality, was not to be – this morning I woke to a hen crowing while the rooster was away…

I was just having a shower, and I’m not perfect, but I don’t deserve to be insulted…

By some superficial bitch, or other –

But is that what you want – just another superficial bitch who only loves herself, talks about nothing, but presents ok so she’s not judged but is accepted by every other superficial bitch who only loves herself, talks about nothing, but presents ok so she’s not judged by every other superficial bitch who only loves…

They’re a dime a dozen: no amount of cosmetics can enlarge a brain the size of a pea: just go to any battery hen farm you’ll find what you want, if that be’s what you’re after…

The formula of us repeats itself

Over and over, g

What you do to me you do to yourself and what you do to yourself you do to me and vice versa

… now I’m pissed off cause no doubt you’re pissed off with me, but I’ll say what I say

Over and over

To get thru to thee