Mrs Steven Gerrard Speaks

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Everyone is blaming my Steven like
Not his fault his mind isn’t on the game
We’re moving house
Posh pad in Skipton
16th century so its old like
But it’s got swimming pools
And stables for the horses
We haven’t got
But the girls love the gardens
Daddy can kick a football here
When his toe heals properly
And his dented pride recovers
I’ll be made up when he packs in the football
I won’t miss it, he might (again)
But we’ll be OK!


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