So much acid I tested her for litmus
I’d stay placid just ignoring the spit bursts
Really I just wanted her to get calm and kitless
Bang to Manuva, Witness the Fitness
One track mind she’d say I was witless
To deal with her jabbering, I’d have to get lit first
Pissing her off she’d cast me a witch curse
So every time I tried to bite, I’d get bit worse
Every time she’d start a fight, be scared shitless
Slapped in the face with a ring or her big purse
Just wanted a quiet life with no big fuss
She was John Lesley, I was Abi Titmuss
So much acid I’d swear she was citrus
Always we would break up right around Christmas
