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Hot N Cold

One of those days when we could not agree If I opened my mouth that glance came from she I was going to retaliate but thought let her be Perhaps just a mood or the old PMT This is a good film Well I think its ****! One nil to her She had the first hit Then shall I put you some music on? But when I turned round, I saw she had gone Into the kitchen, banging some pan Will you make me a coffee? No! I am baking a flan Do you need any help? I will say if I do, you just sit there, just like you do OK I thought, the mood that's she's in Best to say nowt Scott, your not gonna win Silence I Thought, just play it sweet If I go in the kitchen I will feel the heat Why do you leave your shirts on the floors- Don't you know that our wardrobes have doors? I did not need telling that this was round two She was in full swing and I thought “screw you” What is the matter, I asked nonchalantly Up yours you fat bastard, she scolded at me She always hurls that, even though I am thin I new I was winning and hid from her my grin I wasn't going to show her, I am not that dim Shall we start again and forget about this Shake hands and make up and then seal with a kiss OK she said, I agree to that But it makes no difference Your still fooking fat

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