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Rita spits out her laurel leaf |
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and grabs a piece of my pie |
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she's gonna lead me up the mountain path |
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as the crows fly |
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Claudette's pretty quick off the mark |
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like a polaris missile in heat |
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she smiles at a hundred miles an hour |
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and rushes you off your feet |
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There's all these friends of mine |
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they've got me suffering |
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they don't take a line |
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they keep me pissing adrenalin |
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Ratty is nearly unique |
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looks like a Pre-Raphaelite barb freak |
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wears dangerous jewellery |
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got a cast iron personality |
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Sandie wears an awful lot of silk |
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says she's a friend of Mr Acker Bilk |
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she's going out of my mind |
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wants to live on milk |
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There's all these friends of mine ... |
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I was musing on the pool outdoors |
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about foreign matters and fancy affairs |
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Betty trimmed my nails with pliers |
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while eating avocado pears |
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Norman's sobbing cos his make-up's |
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running away with itself |
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he's heading for an early grave |
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scared to death about the state of his health |
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There's all these friends of mine ... |