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When he spoke she smiled in all the right places |
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In her smile he saw the poison she tasted |
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She wasn't listening to the sweet words |
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He wasn't listening to her lying tongue |
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He was listening to the words being sung |
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By the blue boy |
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Friends told him of her young heart's passion |
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Down by the sea where the blue waves crashing |
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She wasn't listening to the sweet words |
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He wasn't listening to her lying tongue |
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He was listening to the words being sung |
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By the blue boy |
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Oh curse and bless him with the gabardine which surrounds him |
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See him writhe at the sight of your eyes which repel him |
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Whoa whoa whoa whoa |
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He won't be listening to your sweet words |
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He won't be listening to your lying tongue |
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He'll be listening to the words being sung |
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By the blue boy |
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Whoa whoa blue boy |
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Whoa whoa blue boy |
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Whoa whoa blue boy |
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Cheerio, blue boy |
