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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