Come again to my arms,
And you'll know the truth:
Your feet smelt bad
And I couldn't stand it,
That's why I left you.

You keep saying it's not true,
But your feet smell.
For once, wash them,
Do me this favour.
And I'll maybe, be yours again.

Wash your feet or I won't be yours.
I can't stand this smell all the time.
I can't breathe, can't sleep, need fresh air.
Take some soap [pause] and go [pause] straight to the bath.

You keep not washing your socks,
That's why yer feet smell,
Please go to the laundry,
It's not that 'xpensive.
And maybe, your feet won't smell.

Wash your feet or I won't be yours.
I can't stand this smell all the time.
I can't breathe, can't sleep, need fresh air.
Take some soap [pause] and go [pause] straight to the bath.

Wash your feet or I won't be yours.
I can't stand this smell all the time.
Even shit is the nicest perfume
Since I know you, please wash your feet now.

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