I'm such a "nasty piece of work", as my mum used to call Jennie Laird and Kim.
Why am I me?
Why'd you have to go and be somebody like you?
Why'd you have to go and hurt somebody like me?
How could you do somebody like that?
I hope you know that I'm never coming back.
Only problem is .... I'll always be coming back.
Becke can move on and go around shagging 15-yr-olds. Bikki just feels shit about it.
Two-faced - why can't I be one-faced?
This is me. Love it, hate it (the latter is most likely), this is me.
Loved only by my cup of tea.
If there weren't so many people around, this would be a slit-wrist moment.
But I just about have more common sense than that.
- b.k. x