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He's been saving, selling everything he didn't need |
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Such a shy boy, with a secret up his sleeve |
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He's a strange one, never bothers with the girls |
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Heard him swear once, at least I thought I heard him curse |
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Someone had called him queer |
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Yes, one of those my dear |
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They're all the same, one hand lovers |
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But he's finally saved enough to pay another call |
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To the middle aged angel on the third floor |
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She can do him twice nightly |
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And an encore kicks him in the head |
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Oh, how he screams for more |
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Third floor heaven, call at seven |
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Leave your money on the shelf, pretend you're someone else |
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She will do you in, she will stand you up |
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She will really lay it down, she will break your heart |
