Big Fat Stella six foot four
Angry as hell knocking at my door
I told her daughter I want to break up
She burst into tears and gave me a right hook
The sight of Stella would scare any man
She's a right old battleaxe with a face like an orangutan
She's been banging and swearing most of the day
I'll be hiding behind my sofa until she goes away
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