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Last night I met you girl, |
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You were walking on the street, |
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To the beat of "Whistling Dixie" |
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Oooowoah oh oh oh. |
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Dressed in your heels so high, |
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You'd better call, do you call, |
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For a boy on |
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Those lonely nights, |
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Those restless ways, |
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Those times you try, |
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To tell your friends, |
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He likes boys not girls, |
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He likes boys not girls, |
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He likes boys not girls. |
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Oooowoah oh oh oh. |
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Play it down till your fingers bleed, |
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As you learn how to flirt and to tease, |
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In the back of the car seat. |
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Oooowoah oh oh oh. |
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Way down in London town, |
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I laugh at the way I remember, |
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The times you chased me. |
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To the park, where I want to go home, |
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Those lonely nights, |
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Those restless ways, |
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Those times you try, |
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To tell your friends, |
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He likes boys not girls, |
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He likes boys not girls, |
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He likes boys not girls. |
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Oooowoah oh oh oh. |
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I'll be right there, |
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When things go wrong for you, |
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Someone to share, |
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Well I'll be right there, |
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When you come calling and say. |
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He likes boys not girls, |
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He likes boys not girls, |
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He likes boys not girls. |
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Oooowoah oh oh oh. |
