One, Two, Greta’s coming 4 U  (Be Afraid. Be V ery Afraid)

Three, Four, She’s gonna wipe your floor (With a mop tied to her arse as she’s doing more important things)

Five, Six, She sees all YOUR tricks (My brother’s wife. When she talks about someone she doesn’t like – she calls them TRICKY)

Seven, Eight, Don’t Repent. Too Late (IMHO. You can get gone)

Nine, Ten, Is it bedtime yet? (Oh. Lost the rhyme there. M’eh :o)

 

Might’ve mixed up me Freddie’s there. Sheesh :o(