The beautiful people, oh how
beautiful they are, with their
2 kids and their new luxury car
Their love grows like nature
in the spring, how ours
grows like the blot
on a dead dog's liver spot
Look at them, all classless and free
with all their smiles as warm
as the hum of the bumble bee
Look at us, passport and quay
with our beers as cold
as the bum on the brae
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