He’s hanging with a pedophile
Look at that walk a mile
Just beneath the surface
The great British Circus
They are handing him a nail file
In his birthday cake in prison
He has to drop a dime
collect
To speak to his Mrs
People fear that the world is not what they think it is
They wonder about
Pedophile networks
Is there an orgy or party for celebrities only
Yes all the pedophile sympathisers want to join in with them
Is the moral majority a joke with their humble fish and chips
He didn’t speak like a man
But a pedophile extraordinaire
He kept saying that he was stealing
To hang with the
Billionaires
Get your white pointy hat skin away from me
No I don’t find you to be even a little bit
Sexy
I don’t like the things you say about children
I don’t like the things you say about
Women