Inside

Mr Michael you're so frightful
You got caught being rude
You went public with Mr Big Dick
And some guys dressed in blue
There ain't no doubt you'd like some chain
But Mr Michael what's it like though
Banging on porcelain

Inside inside

Mr Michael it's a trifle
But I got nothing on you
I'm only scoring upon the flooring
With some bird from Bellevue
I have no urge to tell you lies but
In the morning under tarpaulin
I'll be taking a glide

Inside inside



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Symons
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