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Hello, what's your name? |
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Dread |
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Not Judge Dread? |
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Yes, that's right |
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Oh, I've always wanted to meet you |
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Oh really, why? |
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Oh, I'm a really big fan of yours |
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That's very nice of you to say that |
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Is It true? |
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Is what true? |
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What they say about big nine |
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Well, I think you'd better |
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Have a look for yourself |
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Oh, it's true, it's true |
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Come on Dread, get 'em off |
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No, what do you take me for |
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Come on, don't be shy |
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Now doesn't that feel better? |
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Oh yes, those bloody boots were killing me |
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Here, look at this |
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Oh, my God, I don't believe it |
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Oh, come on, touch it |
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You must be bloody jokin' |
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You're not even a proper woman |
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You're a geezer dressed up |
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You're one of those Trans |
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What do they call 'em Transvestites |
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Oh, come on dear, this is 1975 |
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Oh, I don't know, every time I come out, |
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Every bloody time, it always ends up in sillys |
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Come home and give me love please |
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I'll tell you what |
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I'll give you bloody love |
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I'll give you the rough |
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End of a pineapple |
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Go on, fuck off |
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Nasty man you |
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Away |
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What? |
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Take your soddy handbag with you |
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And I'm not going to buy anymore |
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Of your records |
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Fuck off |