Don't Call Me Darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling



Harboring audience

Hates this, wants this

She hates this



Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling



The long black hair

Of wretched blue bottle

Darting all over to no avail

I got zero tolerance

My head full paggerel swamp



Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling



People hate beauty, I cannot fathom it

They smell of old pallid

Voices thick with bouncing Jackson

With stupidity



Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling



Soon there will be dancing

Around the queue

Stripy, high and cheaper

Why do people hate beauty

I cannot fathom it a bouncing



Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

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