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One Friday night I was strolling out |
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To get me outta here |
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Go to the pub just for a black stuff |
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But it ended up with ten beer |
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Coz a lady came and she start to complain |
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And bluster to me all night |
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She paid me the drinks with a pander blink |
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Then she kissed me with her stinking mouth |
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Coz this ugly drunken woman |
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Drinks like a man |
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But she?s pride like a dame |
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It?s like the age of romance |
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We like to dance |
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In our elegant way |
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And she paid me drinks for fuck her |
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And I?m just a bugger |
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I come round the game |
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The prey can be another me to fall |
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She doesn?t care at all |
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Full of lust we were driving fast |
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In my car to a cheap motel |
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She?s turned her brain |
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Coz the last champaigne |
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Knocked her out so well |
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She was out of pride, dressed like a bride |
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There?s a monkey on my back |
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Wanted to be wife, |
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Get a perfect life, |
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But all I left?s the jack |
