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Right hand lady |
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I'm rolling up to meet her |
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And trading her for favours |
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Simmer down and taste her |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand man? |
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Takes a blue serge sailor |
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To keep looking out forever |
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Sitting toying with a razor |
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And cutting down angels |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand man? |
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Like a red-eyed saviour |
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I've been working up a taste for |
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Kicking over tables |
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It's written round my halo |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand man? |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand |
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Can I be your right |
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Can I be your right hand man? |
