(With apologies to Anzej Dejan!)
You, you slept with me one night
And even though my height
Was lower than you wanted
Now it’s so clear to me
One metre zero three
The ideal height to give head
You’re over two metres – it’s plain to see
I can’t be that bloody queer-o
Face down, biting on your pillow
Ah… face it – we can’t be together
You look right over me
I’m Mister Dwarfbody
My eyes just meet your groin
Our bodies can’t conjoin
So I’m off to find a man
Who’s short and has a tan
Perhaps in France or Japan
Don’t know where I’ll find him – but wait and see…
I can’t be that bloody queer-o
Face down, biting on your pillow
Ah… face it – we can’t be together
You look right over me
I’m Mister Dwarfbody
My eyes just meet your groin
Our bodies can’t conjoin
I can’t be that bloody queer-o
Face down, biting on your pillow
Ah… face it – we can’t be together
You look right over me
I’m Mister Dwarfbody
My eyes just meet your groin
Our bodies can’t conjoin
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