Poxy fucking boots are really mashing up my feet
All my steps half measures as I hobble down the street
Got to get to work but I just want to take a seat
And get these fucking poxy boots right off my fucking feet
Oh
Poxy fucking boots are on my fucking feet
It’s bad enough in winter but not in this fucking heat
I’d like to wear my sandals to air my plates of meat
But I must have these poxy boots right on my fucking feet
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Hello, I'm a 38 year old male from east London. All post's are subject to change ( for the better, I hope)
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