Tricky: Yeah, I wish, wish you cough up along Girl, you see I'm insecure
Alex Mills: And you're an idiot
Tricky: Look at me, I think you're pure Girl, get your head right
Alex Mills: There's nothing wrong with me, mate
Tricky: You, yeah, you're getting right
Tricky & Alex Mills: You stare, you stare and look confused Your fruit is slightly bruised You're aware, but don't like men, no Your love, won't care again
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There's nothing wrong with me, mate.
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