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She's built the wrong way round |
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Turns a yeah into a nay |
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Acts like a horse treat her worse |
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Until your voice goes hoarse |
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She'll turn your friends into sheriff |
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And what's more she's built the wrong way round |
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You never know which way she'll go |
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You reach high when she's way down below |
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Her feet smell her nose runs |
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She can sniff an Indian at fifty guns |
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She's so soft she makes it hard |
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And what's more she's built the wrong way round |
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Never wears a hat outside her face |
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Shields the sun from her gaze |
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Starts at the end in a maze, amazing |
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She's built the wrong way round |
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Wakes you up puts you to sleep |
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Closes her eyes just to take a peep |
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Little Bo peep follows her sheep |
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Wears a big woolen jersey |
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Makes her flesh get up and creep |
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She's built the wrong way round |
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But it's the right way for me |