Tha mi caran aonranach ( I’m a wee bit lonely: 2003)

Dinnae ken what tae do

me hert pines fae ye,

me head is trying tae firget ye

 

When I first seed youse,

it was instant dislike.

I couldnae stand ye an yer antics

 

I wished ye was deid

 

Nu I love tae lie next tae ye,

when the sun’s oot,

it’s perfikt.

 

Enyways I dinnae ken

what tae do.

I’m turning into a bam pot.

 

I could talk shite

about only seeing youse

as a friend

 

but that’s aloada crap,

there’s a tattoo with ye name on it

in me heart.

…………………………………………………………………..

 

 

 

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