Bridget Jones Break Up For All You Girls

The crumbs beneath the tablecloth Have been there for the best part of a week And the smell of malting cats has finally begun to reek The carpet dust has become as visible as rust The bin is overflowing from Bottles of cheap wine And her work shoes are lying unused. She really isn't taking this breakup well As so this scene of desperation tells Plenty of more fish in the sea Or are busy rotting alongside yesterday's take away chips In theory all she needs to do Is take a long soak in a bubble bath And forge a different path Bit this isn't the movie's She isn't Bridget Jones What she is in actual fact is Pissed off at home alone With no battery life on her phone