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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

ALL THE NICE GIRLS

He’s big and he’s hairy, with knuckles on the floor

Thinks only of sport; You know that he’ll score

OK he’s good looking, but that’s not supposed to matter

As he turns on the charm, and piles on the patter

Your too good to be a sinner, too bad to be a saint

Your heart’s in the right place, but the rest of you ain’t

Its one basic law that you’ve never quite mastered

At the end of the day all the nice girls.. love a bastard!

You’ve been sensitive and caring, a really good friend

By now you must know, how all this will end

Tomorrow when its over and this last guys gone

You’ll still be the shoulder that she cries on

You’re taking it slowly, and gaining her trust

Keeping in check, all those feelings of lust

You’re paying attention, you’re listening and learning

But you can’t start her heart churning

He won’t be the last, you know there’ll be another

But it’ll never be you, you’re more like a brother

You’re someone to talk to, you’re too damned nice

You might as well forget it, she won’t look at you twice!