Don't belch on your beloved
Don't over-fill your paunch
With nuts and crisps and lager
Work very hard to staunch
Inebriated promises
Of everlasting love
She's heard it all before my friend
So let me tell you bruv
She had your number hours ago
Knew what you was about
You had your third pint on the go
When she knew you was a lout
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