[first two lines whispered by Brix]
Don't call me darling

Don't call me darling

Harbouring on it
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
[I'll pack a wool swab]
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 pally
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