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(difford/tilbrook) |
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Eyebrows plucked and toenails cut, |
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I'll pick you up with a little luck, all prim and proper. |
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Shaven legs and calls to fred, |
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It all depends o' alright then, i can not stop her. |
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The makeup box has always got, |
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Ever such a lot of odds and sods, in there to offer. |
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She needs paints to make her face, |
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And make her late again and again |
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So i'll knock her |
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The tick is tocker. |
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Mumbo jumbo words to say, |
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Are you coming out, |
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Coming out, |
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Coming out to play? |
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With a broken nose on a sunny day, |
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I would bet, |
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I would bet, |
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None of these girls would ever care, |
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Or get upset. |
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Or get upset. |
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Short and fat with a fishnet hat, |
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And a hungry cat in a nice new flat, with her scrabble. |
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Sits by the phone when she's all alone, |
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And on her own it's a mental home, full of babble. |
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Writes with charm to uncle farm, |
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With a broken arm in a broken barn, feeds the cattle. |
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She hears the hens as she takes the pen, |
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And it's now and now it's then [and now and then a little arab friend], |
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She would saddle. |
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The dip is dabbled |
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Kissing curls and boyish girls, |
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For all the pearls in all the world, wouldn't have me. |
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If i had oil and money to spoil, |
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I'd mix with loyal and i get some royal, little lassie. |
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I'm up at nine down the line, |
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To watch the time 'till half past five. |
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I wish they'd sack me |
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She's at home the milkman's home |
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To have a farm and seeds to sow |
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It makes her happy |
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The chip is chappie. |
