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On our block all of the guys call her flamingo |
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Cause her hair glows like the sun |
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And her eyes can light the sky |
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When she moves she walks so fine like a flamingo |
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Crimson dress that clings so tight |
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She's out of reach and out of sight |
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When she walks by she brightens up the neighbourhood |
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Oh, every guy would make her his if he just could |
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If she just would |
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Some sweet day I'll make her mine, pretty flamingo |
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Then every guy will envy me |
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Cause paradise is where I'll be |
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Pretty flamingo, pretty flamingo |
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When she walks by she brightens up the neighbourhood |
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Oh, every guy would make her his if he just could, |
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If she just would |
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Some sweet day I'll make her mine, pretty flamingo |
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Then every guy will envy me |
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Cause paradise is where I'll be |
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(Sha la la, la la la la, pretty flamingo) |
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Some day I'll make her mine, |
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(Sha la la, la la la la, pretty flamingo) |
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Yes I will, yes I will, make her mine |
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(Sha la la . . . (fades)) |
