(Rude words)
Who among us will take the blame
When the talentless search for fifteen minutes of fame
Sure, It's nice to be supportive
But praise the deluded and something will give.
Young girls with an aspiration
To be a footballer's wife without further ambition
Celebrity status to be won in bars
Or quicker by flashing their knickers exiting cars
Willing to parade their grimiest secrets
Without a care on who it affects
Paraded on tele, in front of a baying crowd
How can this infamy be something of which to be proud?
Get a grip, get a life, get a job
Don't seek notoriety from dipping your knob
Too many mimers with not enough hits
Too many wannabes flashing their tits
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