Hey did you kick 'em off your turf
Did you show 'em who's the boss
Did you show them how
Hey did you lose another love
Wondering what the hell you've done
For fifty years
And oh, there's a lot that you don't know
That i can't make you hear what you need to
But it's your move, i can't do everything for you
Little piggy ran for miles
He knows it's easier to smile than it is to kick in your door
And if you ever earn that crown
Father Christmas comes to town
All the children will sing along
You've got the bullets and telephone calls
You've grown the kids from big to small
Now drive us all into the sun
We could be forever stranded
No intervention, i wont command it of you
I'll help you save your face
Cos it's your move, i can't do everything for you
Why are you singing in the kitchen?
Is it dinnertime yet?

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