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letra de we are the garden gnomes (song) - will ryan

(intro)
yeah, we’re the f-cking garden gnomes!
better watch your back, or we’ll f-ck up your ass
that’s right! (??)

(verse 1)
start to move it, dance till you lose it
we are called the garden gnomes, hiding outside your home
watching as you bone all of the chicks you bring over
hanging out your d-ck like the cliffs of dover
lemme tell ya something, you don’t know when to stop

he never pays any attention to the gnomes
we are part of him but hey it’s alright hе got s-x
all i say is we got free p-rn as he
splits thosе legs and he climbs up again

(verse 2)
we have fun fishing in your lake
but look for god sake, you p-ssed in our face
the party you had yesterday, the girl who had tooth decay
well congratulations, you’re a dad

but hey, at least now he won’t act before he
thinks, his attitude blows and his hygiene stinks
it looks like he could use a few winks as he
strokes his p-n-s and thrives up the bend
(pre-chorus)
we’ve had enough of you f-cking us over

(chorus)
we are the garden gnomes
we watch you f-ck inside your home
all the lonely wines and the w-nking cries
you’re a lonely son of a b-tch

all the time you take
to finish w-nking on your face
you have no life, you have no wife
she left you 10 hours ago!

son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch

(verse 3)
i’m the fat one, look at me clunge
hasn’t been done since the day it was fun
you could’ve had a try with me hot crossed bun
about 20 years ago i could have given you a blow
but now forget it, you’re sh-gging me mam!
i used to think you were a nice guy
but now i’ve seen you w-nk right in front of your eyes
it’s no wonder your alone, i watched you moan as you
cummed in a tissue and wipe it on your bed

(verse 4)
so just take it from a ugly loner
who screamed every time someone else got a b-n-r
he’s nothing but trouble, a face like rubble
if he had a brain he’d come outside

yeah, we’ll show him a shambles, as he
runs with his jeans wrapped round his ankles
look at him go, oh wait, no no, he’s
fondling strangers and rising to their tits

(pre-chrous)
we’ve had enough of you f-cking us over

(chorus)
we are the garden gnomes
we watch you f-ck inside your home
all the lovenly wines and the w-nking cries
you’re a lonely son of a b-tch

all the time you take
to finish w-nking on your face
you have no life, you have no wife
she left you 10 hours ago!
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch
son of a b-tch

- will ryan

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