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You best believe I'm from New York City |
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You're telling me shut my mouth |
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If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around |
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You talk about faggots, little mama's boy |
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You sit at home, you got a chaperone |
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You need an escort to take a piss |
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He holds your hand and he shakes your dick |
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You're so pretty, suburban kitty |
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You think you're gonna change, rearrange my city? |
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Little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You think you're gonna fool me? |
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Ha ha |
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha |
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Little rich kid, what do you know? |
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You hide everything, don't you think it don't show? |
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I've been a-climbing, just a face to the wall |
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Too much too soon |
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, do you recall? |
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Have a holiday in the city |
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Stealing souvenirs, vaseline pretty |
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You don't need no drugs, just LSD |
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You won't get shot, shot by me |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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And I'm talking about the whole lot of ya |
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Too bad the boys don't know |
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And the girls, they don't go |
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Everybody just shows |
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You're little |
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Little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little London boys |
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You're little |
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You're little London boys |
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You poor little puppet |
