But it keeps the flies off me chips.

I took the crack to the flicks just the other night,
We were groating on the barrow, everything were alright,
Then the smell like a dog took me mind from sex,
I said "Close your legs!"
She whispered softly in my ear,
But all I want to do is go and drink some beer,
Then she did something I didn't understand,
She didn't want a fill, she tried to hold me hand.

"Do you love me?"
"I fuck you don't I?"
"Do you love me?"
"I fuck you don't I?"
"Do you you love me?"
"Oh, why? Give over."

I were right confused over what she said,
So I supped ten pints down t'old Bear's Head
And just as I was getting a taste for it,
Some crack walked in and it was fuckin' fit.

So I shouted "hey up, love"
Turned on the charm,
Showed her me belly and tattoos on me arm,
I said "don't go to Limmogy's, have chips instead"
Two weeks later this is what she said.

"Do you love me?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you love me?"
Oh why? Give over...

"Do you, do you, do you, do you love me?"
"Do you, do you, do you, do you love me?"
"Do you, do you, do you, do you love me?"
"Do you, do you, do you, do you love me?"
"Do you love me?"
"I fuck you don't I?"
"Do you love me?"
"I fuck you don't I?"
"Do you love me?"
Oh why? Give over...

"Do you love me?"
"I fuck you don't I?"
"Do you love me?"
"I fuck you don't I?"
"Do you love me?"
Oh why? Close your legs