Don't Call Me Darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Harbouring on it

hates this

wants this

she hates this

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

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]

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

People hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

They smell of old pally

voices thick with

Bouncing Jackson

with stupidity

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

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...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

...bouncing...

Don't call me darling

..why...do...people...hate...

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't

call

me

darling