pre-disco, godmade for disco.
Disco time, then disco frown.
Disco tantrum,
then New Romantic paunch.
My wallet packs weight,
I'm hooked to expired bank card designs,
so she's sandwiched in there, between Lloyds
and Nationwide and National Insurance.
Half the time, when I'm daring someone
to learn that I learned from disco tantrums,
I'm having a hard time with fashion I love it I hate I love it
can't middle it.
My wallet packs weight and I'm so sick
of being sick of waiting
for loose fit
to come and take me away
from having to think
about cutting up my cards
loose fit
come spare me
from my trap beat paunch.
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