Charlotte

You used to love Charlotte, now you love me. She was your little shrinking violet from across the street. And my motor-mouth is running from here to the sea, H-A-R-L-O-T-T H-A-R-L-O-T-T So tell me, do...

I walked into the Nag's Head for to sustinate me belly, There was a fit crack in the corner but I knew her cunt was smelly, She smelt of rotting fish heads and old and crispy sick, Said her name was...