"An East Doncaster Gurl" lyrics

Well, she's so familiar to your particulars
You wouldn't be ridiculous, three's the charm
She's read a fortune in her clips and has that slip right in her hip
So you should chance your arm
Sits around with dictionaries and her basic cut lunch
Get you down to the chorus, she beats you to the punch
And she's your last big chance, so don't you blow it now!

Now one may be the loner number two can throw the rumble
Yeah, but three's the charm
There's you, me and her history, the
Accidental symmetry that wastes her time
My head is like a spinning top, revolving till it drops
Forget the smell of sauce and set the appetites on off
And she's your last big chance, so don't you blow it now!

Oh, now is not the time to look each other in the eye and get serious
We've built the deal on the surreal
Legends of a fresh ideal and no experience
(Goes!)

Come on, we both escaped the birds and what
The hell could we learn from going back again?
Except maintain your dream and Jenny like
The ladle in your gravy over everything
She's the polish on your bone, she's the sacramental robe
The quiver in your liver, the only thing I know is

She's my last big chance, so don't you blow it now!
She's my last big chance, so don't you blow it now!
She's my last big chance, so don't you blow it
Don't you blow it, don't you blow it, don't you blow it now!