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Well Shorty's into ballet |
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She does it in the alley |
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Sells it when the kid goes |
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All around the discos |
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You can see him crashing |
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All after a fashion |
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Like the girls in my street |
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Have all been around |
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And little Petey Pan steams |
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All the girls from show reels |
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Sells them for a fiver |
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For Jezabel Godiva |
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She'd burn him in the kitchen |
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Just to stop the bitching |
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He said the girls on my street |
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Have all been around |
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Anna lies |
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She's got that broken look in her eye |
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Whoopee-dee |
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She's so much more good looking than me |
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Dublin Dave |
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He said those Hard Rock girls are so brave |
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Miss Dagger's got my heart |
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She's known it from the start |
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Oh, I was a serious boy |
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I couldn't buy me no joy |
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And it's all about the way that you |
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String those fancy words of yours together |
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And you lived in the West End |
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All of your life and it shows |
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Well drunk1 got a kicking |
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Because his bones were sticking |
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We threw him on the pavement |
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For easy entertainment |
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Oh, what a cheeky fellow |
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He says hi |
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I say hello |
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He said the girls on my street |
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Have all been around |
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Johny Small was thinking |
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To stop himself from drinking |
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And Gizmo had the reason for aggravated treason |
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I just can't fit them all in |
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But Bean, she comes a-calling |
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I killed them all |
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They said my sister's |
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Been around |
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Anna lies |
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She's got that broken look in her eye |
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Whoopee-dee |
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She's so much more good looking than me |
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Anna lies |
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She's got that broken look in her eye |
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Whoopee-dee |
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She's so much more good looking than me |
