THESE CRUELISH THINGS

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Sarcastic, facetious and downright vicious lyrics, satire, parody and irreverent comment, tosh, twaddle and opinionated verbiage from the townships of East Sussex by artistic layabout Colin Bailey

SARCASTIC, FACETIOUS AND VICIOUS LYRICS, SATIRE, PARODY AND IRREVERENT COMMENT, TOSH, TWADDLE AND OPINIONATED VERBIAGE FROM THE TOWNSHIPS OF EAST SUSSEX BY ARTISTIC LAYABOUT COLIN BAILEY

THESE CRUELISH THINGS

The soggy roll-up with saliva traces

Parking tickets from really boring places

Half eaten chicken wings

These cruelish things remind me of you

A barking dog in the next house along

The way my fumbling hands undid your thong,

The voice that makes me cringe

These cruelish things remind me of you.

You came, you saw, you ignored me

When you did that to me,

You knew someday this had to be.

The queue at Tescos when the milk has run out

Bending over, with almost half your bum out.

Fat balding blokes with bling

These cruelish things, remind me of you.

Beer stained T-shirts and leftover curries

Walking home drunk, splashed by lorries

The way your perfume stings

These cruelish things remind me of you.

You cursed and swore, you spilt beer on me

And just to make it clear to me

You drank my pint, when I went for a pee

The broken glasses and those fights at closing time

Waiting for lottery balls, your hands on mine

The new bills each month brings

These cruelish things remind me of you.

The flashing lights and the payout clatter

Soggy chips and day-old, inch-thick batter

Each time that bloody mobile rings

These cruelish things remind me of you