Mo' Skeeters - Copyright M.Ziza 2003 (2002)

They're scratchin 'round my windows and they're
buzzin round my door
They're freinds they tell me but they
just came to score
I can't help but give them
just what they want
dig they're claws in
evry last drop
So hang me out to dry and leave me out to rot..
you'll never take just what I got

Arrgh...they make me itch
just ta hear their name
you might sound different (buddy)but
ta me you're all the same
Your concience deaf
Don't hear whatcha say
I've seen you take some rides
but I've never seen you pay...
So hang me out to dry and leave me out to rot
The more you take the less you ...gain