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It's Bollocks Being Pregnant
Kate Rancid
It's bollocks being pregnant
I don't care what they say
It isn't 'sweet' or 'natural',
Not in any way.
You can't stand up for back ache
You can't sit down for piles
A journey to the corner shop
Feels like you've jogged for miles.

It's rubbish being pregnant
It's nothing but a bore
Your tits feel more like boulders
With nipples that are sore,
You walk just like a hippo
When you are up the spout,
Oh how I wish the bastard thing
Would hurry up and slither out.


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