Look at you, you cookie

You're looking like a shit

You're tied up in your own sweet hell

Of playing your own tricks

You're just a silly Willie

A short arced little stump

You're high and fake like Auntie Drake

Who's shopping with his mum

All you ever wanted was to be him

Everything you want is in his face

All you ever wanted was to be in

But the trouble is, you always just be her, always her

Look at you, you problem

You think you're causing grief

But we're not brutes we've just begun

To shove it in your face

And every night it's harder

For you to play your dope

'Cause we're exposing breakfast chums

You haven't got a hope



INEKE ROBBE (BELGIUM