A United girl of the Manchester kind
¶ 1
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I’m a United girl
Of the Manchester kind
With Solskjaer on my back,
A Red of the purest kind.
¶ 2
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They say, “You watch the players
And rarely watch the game.”
I just laugh it off
And infrequently complain.
¶ 3
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Though, in all honestly,
It’s very hard to ignore
Cristiano’s thighs in close-up
When he’s cut down to the floor.
¶ 4
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Are you telling me
That, if this was a girls game,
You wouldn’t ogle at their legs
All the same?
¶ 5
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I know the rules
And I adore the game,
I share the religion
And the passion, all the same.
¶ 6
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I’m not actually that fussed,
It’s just a little gripe.
I’ll ogle Ronnie’s thighs
Just to cement the stereotype.
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