Big Scary
Purple
You did not get home until 3Your clothes stained with paint I can see purple, purpleLeave them on your bedroom floorWait for a knock at the door. Excuse me, misterConsumer, you really don't fitDefacer, you clearly admit, don't you.Purple terror of the night skyFriend of unsuspecting eyes. Aren't you.Six months in the big house, you're clear.Told them what they wanted to hear.Mr, can you spare me some food,A plate, a slice, a forkful will do.Whose stain the clothes they don't fit, the clothes theydon't the clothes they don't fit.Whose stain the clothes they don't fit, the streets you willhit just don't write your name on it
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