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I could see that the sun it was deadly |
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She's putting her hand in the fire |
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Her velvety skin it was cooking |
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Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry |
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But when she slips in between the sheets tonight |
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the memory will linger and burn |
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And when she look at the face in the mirror |
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What a terrible sight |
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Lily white turning to raspberry |
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(When it burns you rub on the lotion |
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if it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no) |
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Les nouveaux riches, when they |
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tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine |
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they set jet away, they don't |
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get a kick, they don't get a buzz man |
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they, talk in circles, they not for us oh |
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Les nouveaux riches, when they |
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tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean |
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they hot foot away, they don't |
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get a buzz, they don't get a kick |
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man they, talk in circles |
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they must be thick, a say tick dem |
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a tick tick tick-a |
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I could see that the guys were a hassle |
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She tried to handle them cool |
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But her interbreeding was showing |
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tumbling out on the banks of the old |
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swimming pool, oh oh oh |
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So she buried her fears in a bottle |
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the juices beginning to flow |
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But her stiff upper lip it was trembling |
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tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll |
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Hush your mouth, you can't fool the natives |
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telegraph, they's going to relay it, oh no |
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Les nouveaux riches, when they |
|
tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine |
|
they set jet away, they don't |
|
get a kick, they don't get a buzz man |
|
they, talk in circles, they not for us oh |
|
Les nouveaux riches, when they |
|
tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean |
|
they hot foot away, they don't |
|
get a buzz, they don't get a kick |
|
man they, talk in circles |
|
they must be thick, a say tick dem |
|
a tick tick tick-a |
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I remember the tears in her eyes |
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She tried to hide them away |
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But her time it was going too quickly |
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Just another few days, she'll soon be flying away |
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But her memory will stay here forever |
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A time she will never forget |
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All the sun and the sand and the water |
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Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet |
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No way, she keeping a cool head |
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She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no |
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Les nouveaux riches, when they |
|
tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine |
|
they set jet away, they don't |
|
get a kick, they don't get a buzz man |
|
they, talk in circles, they not for us oh |
|
Les nouveaux riches, when they |
|
tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean |
|
they hot foot away, they don't |
|
get a buzz, they don't get a kick |
|
man they, talk in circles |
|
they must be thick, a say tick dem |
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a tick tick tick-a |
