This is a song about "She is a slag"

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

She is such a sweet young girl though why must this life be so unfair

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Somethin' the two of us will do is see a girl say damn she

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Thinking about you, you slag

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur