Charity begins at home,
I work lots for charity,
But wherever I may roam,
Charity begins with me.
Floozy for a future king,
I cuckholded Andrew good,
Pity I fell for a sting
By that git Mazher Mahmood.
Lady Di got twenty mill’,
I got fifteen grand a year,
Why should I not make a kill?
It’s not like I flog my rear...
Money can buy most things, but
Some things it can never bring,
It can’t buy class for a slut,
Or change what’s behind the bling.
May 24, 2010
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