I love this song.
I love the little boy dancing like Morrissey.
I've never seen you so awful
I found you at the bottom of a russian novel
Gold medal and a crown
A cardigan and a frown
All maladjusted and clever
The greatest smiths fan ever
Your picture in the papers
The captions shout
"There is a boy and he never goes out"
That same song on repeat
You haven't left the house in weeks
Won't even come out for dinner
Toby grace, world record winner
I guess you thought it'd make you feel better somehow
But heaven knows your miserable now
Heaven knows your miserable now
Heaven knows your miserable now
So toby take a bow.
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