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'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
Probably not strong enough because he was observing Ra••dan innit
You perfectly ghastly little man. You would wish injury and pain on a fellow who has done you no harm save choosing to ply his trade in Liverpool's fair city. You need to look in the mirror b and ask yourself how your very spirit has become so withered and black.
I bet if a world class batsman emerged from the stench of Merseyside to restore a little honour to English cricket you'd be singing a different tune ( do they play cricket in Liverpool)?