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Thought I was lookin' good |
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So I cycled 'cross the neighbourhood |
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Was invited by a skinny girl |
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Into her high class world |
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Left my bicycle under the stairs |
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Laid my coat across the kosher chairs |
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Made my way across the crowded room |
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I had nothing to lose |
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My reception wasn't very keen |
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So turning on a friendly grin |
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Stood on the table with my glass of gin |
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And came straight to the point |
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(Chorus) |
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I was glad to come |
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I'll be sad to go |
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So while I'm here |
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I'll have me a real good time |
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(Repeat) |
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Dancing madly round the room, yeah |
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Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune |
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Was escorted by a friendly slag |
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'Round the bedroom and back |
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Wandered across to the door |
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Missed my step and I fell on the floor. |
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Said one word and was asked to leave |
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Kinda' wish I was dead. |
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(Chorus) |
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The skinny girl made it clear |
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That she only came here for the beer |
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The vicar simply reeked of gin |
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On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle |
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(Good party) |
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I was glad to come, but I was also glad to get home |
