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Clapton |
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Girls on the avenue, they're trying to get you in, |
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Strolling by with their rosebud smiles, |
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They're all dressed up to kill, lean on the windowsill, |
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Looking your way with eyes of fire; |
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But don't you slip - don't you slip |
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In love with the girls on the avenue; |
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Friday night see the girls on the avenue, |
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Like a child at big store windows you feel confused |
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So many girls on the avenue. |
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Girls on the avenue, know how to get you in, |
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Casting out sighs like tricks from a hat, |
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All the Miss Lonely Hearts, oh they look awful hard, |
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Then sometimes they seem as fragile as glass; |
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But don't you slip - don't you slip |
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In love with the girls on the avenue; |
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Friday night see the girls on the avenue, |
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Like a child at big store windows you feel confused |
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So many girls on the avenue. |
