Your life isn't perfect,
You don't pretend it is.
You take out time to reflect,
So time does not become a quiz.
And yet you're always smiling,
Even when you're strapped for cash.
You're mum can't pay the rent
Thus you live on bangers and mash.
You're working for that loser,
Who's an absent minded prick.
I've heard he is a boozer
And all he speaks of is his dick.
But you've got a bright future.
A magic zest for life.
You won't end up like Mrs. Whimpy;
The wannabe Footballer's Wife.
Song in the title:
Bubbly by Colbie Caillat
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTRd6GjKFG4)
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