Harry Potter to Larry Dotter
Dancing in our rooms
to singing the latest tunes
Running out in the garden in dark of the night
The clouds in the sky gave us a fright
Her Dad pops his head up at the window
But me and her can find the light
We take the mick out of everyone
She tells me dirty jokes
Science is our enemy
We love the fit blokes
The sarnie situation
Holy Island trip
Needing the toilet badley
and falling in a ditch
Massages on the trampoline
Summer barbeques
Rain ruins all our plans
Talks about cheap shoes
Singing through the phone
hope there's no hackers
they must think were weirdoes
the 2 mad hatters
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