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Out in the yard there's a man stealing flowers from the garden, |
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Claiming they're all his to take with a smile and a wink, |
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And he's off until tomorrow, laughing all the way singing, |
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Oh my, I've been on the wrong side, |
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I thought you were out to get me, |
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You never have me round for tea, |
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I've never been the wrong type, |
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But you know that sometimes people get the wrong idea about me |
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Sound the alarm, there's a man stealing flowers from the garden, |
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And he's eyeing up the ones next door with a smile and a wink, |
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And he's off until tomorrow, laughing all the way singing, |
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Oh my, I've been on the wrong side, |
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I thought you were out to get me, |
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You never have me round for tea, |
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I've never been the wrong type, |
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But you know that sometimes people, they get the wrong idea about me |
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And then he pipes up, ' |
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Knock me down', |
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With a feather from your cap and a leaf from your book, |
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That I've never even looked at, |
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I've been left, right, on the outside, inside, upside down to me(Sound the alarm, there's a man stealing flowers from the garden,Laughing all the way singing,) |
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Oh my, I've been on the wrong side, |
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I thought you were out to get me, |
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You never have me round for tea, |
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I've never been the wrong type, |
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But you know that sometimes people, they get the wrong idea about me |
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Oh my, I've been on the wrong side, |
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I thought you were out to get me, |
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I should have had you round for tea, |
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I've never been the wrong type, |
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But you know that sometimes people get the wrong idea about me |
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I've never been the wrong type, |
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But you know that sometimes people get the wrong idea about me |
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I've never been the wrong type, |
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But you know that sometimes you might get the wrong idea about me |
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Get the wrong idea about me |
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Might get the wrong idea about me |
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Might get the wrong idea about me |
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Might get the wrong idea about me |
