I Think You're Jolly Rotten

I THINK YOU'RE JOLLY ROTTEN

I just tremble when you come near

I shout but you don't seem to hear

It's coming out as a junk punk theme to you babe

I don't know if you even care

Glad to have got me out of your hair?

Tell me one time, your holy vow

I'll see ya... tomorrow, can't talk now

Letting go it is an art

And time did come for us to part

It's not sad you finished with me

But that you're not friendly and act like a tart

It winds me up when you're around

You are treating me just like a clown

But I don't care if what we shared 

Just ain't sacred now, as if I cared

I love you so much but I hate your guts

Seeing your face hurts so much 

I'm singing this to piss you off

'Cos I want to be friends but you treat me rough

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YOU WON'T TALK TO ME, YOU CAN'T SPARE THE TIME

IT HURTS TOO MUCH? WHAT A CRYING SHAME
I THINK YOU'RE JOLLY ROTTEN

You fill me 

With sexual energy

But you finished with me long ago

But what's been shared's

No reason to be scared

It's a snog at the worst

At least a 'how have you been'

You say that you need your space

You say 'Get out of my place'

I see you don't want conversation

And I can do without your face

So here's a bit of glib psychiatry

I think you see yourself in me

When you blame someone you blame yourself

Well we're all free to our own opinions

It doesn't take much to make me smile

I'm a fool for it every once in a while

It was your tits or your charm I'm not sure which

Any fool will do, choose one that fits