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Honeymoon croon tonight |
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Sew my socks tonight |
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Say whose on the tiles tonight |
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Lurking lipstick tickle fickle |
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Marylin's on |
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Send her by air mail, paravion |
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Certificate of X-tacy in my head |
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Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed |
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Croon croon tonight |
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Honeymoon tonight |
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Sew my socks tonight, tonight |
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The stranger arrives, the gun still warm |
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20 years to old used to form |
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Turns out to be an old trick |
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From her senior service, senior service |
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She insists on tying down |
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After the soldier sailor curfew |
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All alone in the cathedral bar |
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She preys in dockland |
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He asked to see her hidden side |
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She, the color of his money, color of his money |
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Honeymoon croon tonight, sew my sock tonight |
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I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?" |
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I say, "Honeymoon" |
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Marylin's fading fast better get straight |
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The catch from the sidewalk is in a state |
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The sound of footsteps, mummy's here |
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I'll be her good boy, I'll never fear |
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Better fix her drink tonight |
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Bed time comes |
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Must blot out this use my gun |
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Honeymoon tonight, croon croon tonight |
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Honeymoon croon tonight |
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Sew my sock tonight |
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I say, "Whose on the tiles tonight?' |
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I say, "Honeymoon" |
