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She buys stripes and colours |
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She wears purple and black |
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Her arms jingle and jangle |
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Her lips kiss me go smack |
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Her boots stomp and clomp to my door |
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The boots that cowboys wear |
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She's got sticky little tangles |
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In her big yellow hair |
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When she comes to me |
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In the dim morning light |
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She strips away the colour |
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Revealing beautiful white |
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Beautiful white |
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She's got a big grey overcoat |
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She just dumps on a chair |
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But she paid a lot for those trousers |
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She'll handle them with more care |
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Bought her that sweater for Christmas |
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Now it lies on the floor |
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One black sock then another black sock |
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She's hidden no more, ooh yeah |
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When she comes to me |
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In the dim morning light |
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She strips away the colour |
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Revealing beautiful white |
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Beautiful white |
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When she comes to me |
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In the dim morning light |
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She strips away the colour |
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Revealing beautiful white |
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Ah, when she comes to me |
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In the dim morning light |
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She strips away the colour |
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Revealing beautiful white |
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Beautiful white |
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Beautiful white |
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Beautiful white |
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Beautiful white |
