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So I'm swanking down the highstreet of the ghetto
Open the door, swagger in to Netto
Floor sticks to the sole of my Gucci stiletto
Manager tells me there's no need to fret, though
Scrapes it off with summer sale half price garden rake
I tell him to Dettol-up his floor for goodness sake
He tells me not to park in the disabled parking
I clap him round the boat cos I think he's barking
Gets this fit security guard to come remove me
I say I didn't do nothing cos I can prove, see
He's just jealous cos I slept with his brother
With this I left and cussed his mother