Eye's right, skin back tight, bollocks to the front, we're the boy's who make more noise when we're on the cunt, we're the riders of the night, and we'd rather fuck than fight, we're the riders of the Clock end Highbury
i binned the box, or it might be being used in my flat to hold some dvd's, either way it will be knackered. ive other sperry boxes they can be sent in if your that bothered mate, otherwise wrapped and then stuck in a postage bag
reached for the secret too soon, cried for the moon.