Chatterbox Arse

There's not many things that I'd forfeit or pass

Drinking black currant out a champagne glass

Yeah, I'd do it either way, close or sparse

Just to getaway from your chatterbox arse

There's so many things that I'd dare to do to you but I don't know how

I'd snap your neck in half and tie it to my shoe

Just to leave your chatterbox arse behind

Behind all my feelings and behind all the strife

I feel like I should give up but I gotta keep thinking no

I'm bound to trial and fail a lot because 'easy come, easy go'