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Morning came to Stepney |
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Like it was a curse |
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The cramp that gripped her childhood |
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Was getting worse |
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Morning came to Stepney |
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As if she were the night |
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The darkness was receding |
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Like her delight |
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I'm smitten |
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I've been bitten |
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By you |
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And though you lived in squalor |
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Your comfort was immense |
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Within the boho splendour |
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Of your pretence |
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Fidelity is safety |
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But safety is a bore |
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She wishes for perfection |
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And nothing more |
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I'm smitten |
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I've been bitten |
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By you |
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You come on like it's me you like |
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You come on like |
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Come on, come on, come on... |
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Like you've been smitten |
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You've been bitten |
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By me |
