Rita, Where's your sister
Don't you miss her
Aren't you lonely
Cause your muvver
And your bruvver
Caught her win
that stupid pony
And his chest that
was so hairy
short and curly
like your pussy
That your muvva
caught him eating
with that mad mare
they call Lucy
Rita, Oh Rita....
Roger said as he was cumming
Roger, Oh Roger...
Rita said as she was rubbing
These were memories
she was thinking
whilst bowlin down the road
Yesterdays tomorrow
taking overload
Working out a way
She could live without sum pain
Thinking of the day
that her man would take the strain
To delete and erase
these series of affairs
To re-trace a dignity
To make her want to care
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