He Knows Which Side His Bread Is Buttered On.
He Knows Which Side His Bread Is Buttered On.
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He does not like a weepy film
But watches anyway
He’s got no taste for shopping
But he follows me all day
Sometimes there’s football on the box
He does not get to see
And when I’ve been with girlfriends
I’m too drunk to make his tea
He does not fuss or make complaints
That my tight buns are gone
Because he always knows which side
His bread is buttered on
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