Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Down the pub, pissed asleep, dope is working, dreaming about a girl so sweet
I woke up, in a state, to find out, I've been touching up my mate
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Ooh! What a cringe, I can't believe it's true
Ooh! What a cringe, there's nothing I can do
Tried to run, and leave this place, get away, get somewhere and hide my face
I got up, to leave the scene, they all laughed, at the wet patch on my jeans
I threw up, loads of beer, world is spinning, laughter ringing in my ears
Woke up drunk, the next day, check the mirror, "Pissed cunt" written on my face