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Leddra Chapman
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Sheila
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella.
And gets poured all over her fella.
When she says, 'Man he ain't no better,
than the next man kicking up fuss.'
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river.
Screams calling London.
I guess none of heard her coming.
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out.
Her lingo went from the Cockney to the Gringo.
Anytime she sings a song, the other girls sing along.
And tellin' all the fella that the lady is single,
fickle way to tickle on my young man's thing.
She's up for doing what she likes, any day more like the night.
She downed drunk sorrows, that she stole, bought, borrowed.
Didn't like the fights but at the same time understood,
fellas will be fellas 'til the end of time.
And it's all just blue-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Jack had a gang, he called the Many Grams.
He was known as Smack Jack the Cracker Man.
In life he was dealt some shit hands,
but the boys' got him back now.
And Jay went the same way and Mickey and Dan.
Dependent mans upon the Heroin.
And Marisa had a baby with Sam,
and now Jack's on his own now.
Well done Jack glug down that Cider.
You're right, she's a slut and you never fucking liked her.
Not like what, he stopped so shocked.
When it turned out the last dance killed the Pied Piper.
He killed the Pied Piper.
Ooooh...
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella.
And gets poured all over her fella.
When she says, 'Man he ain't no better,
than the next man kicking up fuss.'
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river.
Screams calling London.
I guess none of heard her coming.
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out.
Oh London,
London.
Oh London,
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It's over love, it's over.
London.
Here's a short story 'bout a girl Georgina.
Never seen a fresh, clean young mess under stress at best,
but pleased to see you.
With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest.
And it, all this started with Daddy's alcoholic.
Lightweight, drink it down, numbing his brain.
The doctor said he couldn't get her heart there started,
now drugged up, beat up, she's feeling the strain.
She says, 'Hey I'm in a rut, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Suck it out, start, stop, keep running through.
True, you know it's not easy to do.'
She's been buckle belt beaten from the back like a brat.
She don't know where she's goin, but she knows where she's at.
She says, 'Georgia girl, you know it's time to chain react.'
The truth is you know that she'll probably fall back.
And the tears stream down her face, she screams away.
'When I fall, no one catches me,
alone,
lonely,
I'll overdose slowly.
Get scared, I'll scream and shout.'
And you know it won't matter she'll be passing out.
And I'll say 'Gigidy-bigidy-up, it's just another day.
Another sad story, it's a tragedy.
Paramedics announced death at 10: 00 that day.
Rip it up, kick it, spit out the views.
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella.
And gets poured all over her fella.
When she says, 'Man he ain't no better,
than the next man kicking up fuss.'
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river.
Screams calling London.
I guess none of heard her coming.
I guess the carpet weren't rolled out.
And I said, 'Well done Jack, glug down it.
You never really liked her.
No you never liked poor Sheila.'
I guess the carpets weren't rolled out.
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