Don't Call Me Darling

Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Harboring audience
 Hates this, wants this
 She hates this
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 The long black hair
 Of wretched blue bottle
 Darting all over to no avail
 I got zero tolerance
 My head full paggerel swamp
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 People hate beauty, I cannot fathom it
 They smell of old pallid
 Voices thick with bouncing Jackson
 With stupidity
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Soon there will be dancing
 Around the queue
 Stripy, high and cheaper
 Why do people hate beauty
 I cannot fathom it a bouncing
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
 Don't call me darling
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