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As Martin said to Xanthe |
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As they played with wooden toys |
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"You may have Wendy's playhouse |
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But where the heel's your boys?" |
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As Paul said to Fifi |
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As they eyed each other up |
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"You may have better plimsoles |
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But you can't pee standing up" |
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And I'd like to take the time to bite |
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Their neck and make it bleed |
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Or maybe I could cut holes in their |
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Daddy's Harris Tweed |
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And I can't put my finger on it |
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Maybe it's something in their food |
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And I cna't put my finger on it |
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All I know is Christ would've sued |
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As Sharon said to Jamie |
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As they sat down for a chat |
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"If you think I'm cooking dinner |
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Well, prepare to eat dead rat" |
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As Debbie said to Alex |
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As they held hands in the park |
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"How come you wear Rupert Check |
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When you think you're so hard" |
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I should've done his Land Rover |
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To let him know I'd been |
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Instead I wrote "F' off" |
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On the dirt across his screen |
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And I can't put my finger on it |
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Maybe it's something in their food |
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And I cna't put my finger on it |
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All I know is Christ would've sued |
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I wish I'd let them know that I was here |
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A drop of arsenic in the wine |
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Sulphuric acid in the beer |
