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In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick |
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South Street, Romford, Shopping Arcade |
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Got a 'Razzle' magazine, I never paid |
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Inside my jacket and away double quick |
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Good sense told me once was enough |
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But I had a cocky eye on more of this stuff |
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With a 'Razzle' in my pocket back to have another pick |
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Instead of being sneaky, I strolled inside |
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I put my thieving hand on something rude |
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I walked right out with a silhouette of nudes |
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"Hold on, sonny", said a voice at my side, |
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"I think you've taken one of my books" |
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Passers-by gave me dirty looks |
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"Not me mister", I bravely lied |
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We stopped by the window of a jeweller's shop |
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"If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loan" |
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"Have you got any form? Were you on your own?" |
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"Round to the station and we'll tell the cops" |
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"I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rash" |
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"Here's the book back, and here's the cash" |
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"I've never stole before, I'll promise I'll stop" |
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"Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyes" |
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"If we go to the law another thief is born" |
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"And I'll get the book back, creased and torn" |
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"So, return what you've taken and apologise" |
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I gave him back his nudie book |
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I said I was sorry, I slung my hook |
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With the 'Razzle' in my pocket as the second prize |
