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Posh Spice No. 5
(Original song: Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega)
One, two, three, four, five
It’s the battle of the fittest who will survive
I’ll be waiting for her around the corner
My nails are all sharp and it’s not like I haven’t warned her
I’m Posh Spice and I’ve had enough
Of Rebecca Loos, that dirty slut
She’s a dreadful, dirty, lesbo whore
Who’s legs spread wider than an old barn door
There’s a lot of things I’m gonna do
To teach that bitch a thing or two
She’ll rue the day, Rebecca Loos
When she tried to steal my Golden Balls
I wanna to drag Rebecca across the floor
I wanna stick her head through a big glass door
I hope she gets herpes and VD
A little dose of syphilis is fine by me
A little bit of melanoma from the sun
A little bit of thrush now just for fun
A little bit of cellulite on her thighs
A little bit of crows feet round her eyes
Gouge her eyes and yank her hair
Smash her face with a splintered chair
Stick her head in the bog and flush
Squeeze her tight so her bones will crush
Wedge her tits real tight in a vice
Till she sorry that she ever messed with Posh Spice
A little bit of mouth thrush would be nice
A little alopecia and hair lice
A little bit of diarrhoea would be great
A little bit of gonorrhoea on her plate
A little dose of crabs resting in her pubes
A little bit of sagging from her boobs
It’s not hard to understand
Coz Golden Balls is still my man
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