Oh my god, can you pass me the Prosecco?
Jean Paul? Jean Paul?
The hot one or?
I like the one that's a bit ugly
It's champagne
Oh my god, I didn't know
I fucking hate that guy, Jean Paul
He literally just keeps on saying that I make music to be popular
I heard he was at the Club Amour, I don't really know how good it is
But he's like always there, and it's like the only place to see him
He's there, he's got green hair
Green hair?
I made my skirt really short
We're living in the future Gabby, you can't say things like that
These shoes are fucking killing me
I don't even like him at all
I don't even like him at all
I fucking hate that guy, Jean Paul
He's a fucking bitch, he's a fucking cunt
Can you see in London town?
We got two phat girls just coming 'round
Can you see in London town?
We got two phat girls just coming 'round
Can you see in London town
We got two phat girls just coming 'round
Can you see in London town?
We got chat, chat, chat, chat
Can you see in London town>?
We got chat, chat, chat, chat
Leaving in the Eurostar, come chat, chat, chat, chat
Leaving in the Eurostar, come chat, chat, chat, chat
We got uh, uh, uh in the club tonight
We got Frost like that in the club tonight
We got Femcel, Keda, Frost tonight
We got Femcel, Keda, Frost tonight
Femcel, Keda, Frost tonight
We got Femcel, Keda, Frost tonight
We got Femcel, Keda, Frost tonight
We got Femcel, Keda, Frost tonight
We got-
Amour, I wanna take you out
I wanna take you out
I wanna take you out
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