[first two lines whispered by Brix]
Don’t call me darling
Don’t call me darling
Harbouring [audience]
hates this
wants this
she hates this
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
The long black hair
of wretched blue [bottle?]
darting all over
to no avail
I got zero tolerance
My head full [paggerel swamp]
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
People hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
They smell of old [pallid]
voices thick with
Bouncing Jackson
with stupidity
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
[[Don’t call me darling
Soon there will be dancing
around the queue strippy
high and cheap
why do people hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
a bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
..brown suit…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
..bouncing…
>>Don’t call me darling
.why…do…people…hate…
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t call me darling
>>Don’t
>>call
>>me
>>darling
