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Sailor Sally was her name |
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Workin for the Pub-Marine |
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Fish and chips and gasoline |
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Smelled on her ginger hair |
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On high heels, so stumblin? |
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Crooned a song of a submarine |
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Took a cigarette, spilled a gin |
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Her tongue cuted like a knife |
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Young, only 17 |
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Breast were big but she was thin |
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Her white skin so freckled |
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Made the captain nuts on her |
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She married for a diamond ring |
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Noone knows what else he think |
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Coz everybody knows she loves |
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Joshing all the cocks |
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I go on with the story of our fallin star |
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She sailed by a ship with the captain on her side |
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Longed for the new world a beautiful future |
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Being so famous was meaning of her life |
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She?d have done that favour, but nobody asked her |
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She has been left alone by the captain in a bar |
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Sally ? go away |
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Sally ? sail away |
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Sally ? dont look back |
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Whatcha waiting for |
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Sally ? hungry for |
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Sally ? thirsty for |
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Sally ? horny for you |
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Crawling on the floor |
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She came home on valentine?s |
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Closed out from the ?paradise? |
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In the chill, looked like a bride |
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Who?s married with the dark |
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She was tired of the same |
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But never want to sail again |
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Gets her real job on the knees |
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And Moaning on the floor |
