Try not to go too berserk
But she's been sleeping with the guy from work
At what point do you admit your life's not going to plan one bit
Shopping malls built to be feared
And dark triad stuff just makes you weird
I'd rather be stuck in hell than stuck in Melbourne with reports to sell
Honey won't you rescue me
Honey won't you rescue me
I got a barb in my eye
(Barb in my eye)
I got a thorn in my side, thorn in my side
Don't get any big ideas
(Pick it up and pack it in)
She only let you in to get your things
(Pick it up and pack it in)
It's curtsy at best so why'd you have to get so overdressed
Dead Olympic stadiums
(Three rings when you get home)
For half memorised idioms
(Three rings when you get home)
I'd rather be stuck in hell than stuck alone with reports to sell
Oh
Honey can you rescue me
Honey can you rescue me
I got a barb in my eye
(Barb in my eye)
I got a thorn in my side, thorn in my side
Won't you pick me up buttercup, turn me round I'll never make a sound, aah
I won't you knock it off, suck it up, you're being difficult, it's not allowed, aah
And what we did to her we'll never do again, 'cos that shit was really, really fucked up, aah
Oh won't you pick me up buttercup turn me round I'll never make a sound, aah
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