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What did I do
Oh you nearly me cuckoo...
Am I really all bad?
worse than Hannibal Lecter, Charlie Manson, Freddie Krueger...
Why're we still
Oh I leave you till you're dead...
You mean death do us part?
I mean cyanide, strangulation or an axe to your head...

It was lucky for us I turned the on
They say music sooths the savage beast
There was something in that that stopped us seeing red
The two of us would have ended up dead

You us from killing each other
Tom Jones, Tom
You'll never know but you've our lives
Tom Jones, Tom
I've never my knickers at you...
And I don't from Wales...

Still haven't our problem...
You mean we hate other's guts?
Still poison your pizza
And I still cut off your nuts
I phoned the guidance
I the phone line round your neck
I'm sick of all hatred
Oh that would be the arsenic you sick...

You were to drive me over the edge of a cliff
As I tried to jump out I knocked the on
You changed your and then slammed on the brakes
It was lucky for us we bought his Greatest

You stopped us from killing each
Tom Jones, Tom
You'll know but you've saved our lives
Tom Jones, Tom
I've thrown my knickers at you...
And I don't from Wales...

And now our war it's
I've lost the urge to brake neck
I owe my to "What's New Pussycat?"
"Delilah" stopped me hating you and wishing your
Oh I to call you a Satan
And you were Cruella
But now you call me your
And now I'm not your
And I am your pussycat

Well just a word of now
Just in case we ever get of his voice
I know the Mafia, Godzilla, King
And I know an atom bomb that's for this song

You stopped us killing each other
Tom Jones, Tom
You'll never know but you've saved our
Tom Jones, Tom
I've never thrown my at you...
And I come from Wales...

You stopped us from each other
Tom Jones, Tom
You'll never know but you've saved our
Tom Jones, Tom
I've never my knickers at you...
And I don't from Wales...