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Pretty Eve in the tub |
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Please allow me to scrub |
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Please allow me to rub |
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Tell me cares of the day |
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Let me wash them away |
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All the hideous weight |
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Dry you gently dress you tenderly |
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And ready for bed |
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You're asleep still standing up |
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I like you not made up |
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You've got a nice face, |
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It is crumpled and creased |
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From the way that you sleep |
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But I like you the best |
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In one of my vests |
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That you casually keep |
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Steal from me my underwear |
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You wear it better than me |
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Go all day no false alarms |
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You charm them all |
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The worker, labour free shirker |
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Management lady |
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Government spy |
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Long legged girl from the west |
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You came onto the scene |
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Like an energetic bean |
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Charming ways you have learnt |
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All the boys have been bent |
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By your mesmerising gaze |
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Waltzing into situations vacant, |
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Getting a raise |
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Writing home to tell your folks |
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About the city ways... |
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Are nagging at you what's a girl |
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S'posed to do |
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When a city closes in |
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Noise from the lady upstairs |
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She's as deaf as a post, |
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As transparent |
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as a wraith |
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Boys are queuing, troubles brewing |
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But you take it all in |
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Ride the wave of their affection |
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Look behind the gaze |
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And confessions of lust |
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Pretty Eve in the tube |
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Please allow me to scrub |
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Please allow me to rub |
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Please allow me to scrub |
