Lyrics:
You're my picture by Picasso
Lighting up our scullery
With your pans and pots and hot-plates
You'd brighten up any gallery.
I could
You're my picture, by Picasso
Lighting up our scullery
With your pans and pots and hot-plates
You'd brighten up any gallery
If I could paint
for one of them
The King is trying to find his son a wife
Not a scullery maid
We must be gone! Go!
I wish
Beans? Oh, these must be
a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead
a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead
a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead
scullery
I did my 16, now you're done with me, HD
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it ('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round wit' 'em ('Round wit' 'em)
New
of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what
Now I work the scullery but at least I'm free
There's no joy in living when you die like a slave
And you won't know what freedom is till it's taken away
plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And day instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not
in the scullery
Welcome are those who heed the recipe
Don't burn that bread, so help me god
Don't burn that bread, old friend
Just scale down
and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And day instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh for
and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And day instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for
drunk
The clouds are coming at me
Like scullery maids with
Dish pans and bed pans in their hands
Something that holds a gritty, dirty water
But, I'm
caught disease
All these plebs so rickety
Please exodus to scullery
Giga chad my chin so rigid
Stick it through a fence that's picket
Show the fiddle
scullery
I did my 16, now you're done with me, HD
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it
('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round wit' 'em
('Round wit' 'em)
New
got the water at dawn
cnd Edith's paid as a scullery maid
But the future was quite forlorn
The disappearance of the parish sons
Shook the hearts like
about to take your ass to the scullery
Wash your mouth out with a bar of fuckin' soap
And send your ass straight down to the West Wing
We forgot about
of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never ever fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what
days of heat
Turned to scullery fires
When all secrets came out
Grasping onto self
When all began to expel us
Do you ever take the time to breathe
shades, maybe something black
There's paint on the chairs & the dogs a different colour
I'm the only bloke I know that does have a day-glo scullery
and a right
He'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And day instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for
never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting
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