Domestic Bliss
¶ 1
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My missus hates footy
She told me today
I wanted to watch it
But she said ‘no way’
¶ 2
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She used to like footy
But not any more
She found it exciting
But not any more
¶ 3
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‘You’ll watch any footy
You must be mad
Just watch the big games
Be more like my dad’
¶ 4
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‘But this one’s important’
I desperately cry
‘Barnet v Morecambe
A first round Cup tie’
¶ 5
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But she usually lets me
Have my own way
Cos she loves me really
She tells me each day
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