My fridge it has a tub of cream
(well creme fresh actually)
my clothes are dark to hide my spills
my cheeks are quite Rosey
I do not have a fringe as such
my house has shades of red
my woes dont hang about these days
I slap them round the head
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My fridge it has a tub of cream (well creme fresh actually) my clothes are dark to hide my spills my cheeks are quite Rosey I do not have a fringe as such my house has shades of red my woes dont hang about these days I slap them round the head