You won me at bingo
Was it me or the chihuahua
Okay I'm not a gift
I try a little but I don't rub off
Don't accuse me of receipt
When the courier comes to deliver me
Be chic, take me from the top
I would just as much like you to keep your stockings
Oh close your eyes I'm coming
I'm arriving espresso come and open it for me
Oh hello surprise
I'm afraid of returns and it's not recommended
Above all, don't stick with labels
It doesn't stick, I tried
It suddenly makes me deaf and dull
Always the same people do it plucking
I'm part of a batch of ten bags
I still have a piece of straw in my nose
There are thousands of us with our heads in the bag
Who ask that to be sorted
Oh close your eyes I'm coming
I'm arriving espresso come and open me
Oh hello surprise
I'm afraid of returns and it's not recommended

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