My sister do you know his name?
Or do you know anything more than this game.

Ask him once again,
If his real name is still the same,
See how he is caught tied in a mane,
A man's lies are hard to tame.

You want money, you want fame,
Glorious that you even want to reign,
But does his lies still make you sane,
Or does it drive you crazy much insane.

My sister simply ask his favorite game,
Sit and watch as he plays you in the name,
That Arsenal is the much better grain,
And as a Man U supporter you have less to gain.

But why do you look so pale?
After you see how his lie is so stale,
When a Chelsea shirt shows whose pathetic tale,
Is filled with lies and a long tail.

My sister he has a child lame,
Whose mother he constantly hands blame,
He is not what you think, I claim,
Run away and stop being maim!

He is caught in a web babe,
That dirty red pant is not his mother's babe,
Neither is the hot red lipstick dear babe,
You have been lied to darling babe.

But why do you still believe him?
I thought he hits you until you're dim,
And your eyes open in a new glim,

Sunshine, you're blind it seams,
But you have life like radiant beams,
Don't let that son of a bitch reap your gleams
All in the name of he has means.

So run away with your children,
Far away and stay hidden,
His life upon yours is forbidden,
Till he learns to tell the truth unbidden.

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