You dropped your act around me Pathetic act it was anyway And now I see where you sit You left your mark when you crawled back to your pit You shed your scales around me They’re all dried up with misery You handn’t a clue, had you? Nobody said you’d got dried peas in your head I never did like your face Sheep you’ve got to be Sheep won’t follow me Sheep you’ve got to be Sheep won’t follow me (Fay Day) |