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You're on the train, it's all the same |
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You're looking out the window pane |
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And then amongst the gray and rain |
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You smell her cookin'. |
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But then you see a foot, a leg |
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You scramble like a scrambled egg |
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You wanna weep, you wanna beg |
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She lookin' good! |
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She dropped her lipstick on the floor |
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it rolled along the corridor |
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She headin' for the bathroom door |
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You follow blindly. |
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You knock upon the pearly gate |
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Before you know it, it's too late |
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You took the apple and you ate |
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A big ol' bite! |
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Lucky you, lucky you |
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Lucky you that she never knew. |
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Lucky you, lucky you |
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(Lucky you that she never knew) |
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She said her name was Bella Belle |
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(Soft and smooth like caramel) |
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Stop and think 'bout what you got, |
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The girl is trouble, can you tell? |
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Oh, her name is Bella Belle, |
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And one by one the boys all yell |
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(Let me be ya fella 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle) |
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She's so sweet enough to eat |
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You have a fetish for her feet |
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Without her you were incomplete |
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You love her dearly. |
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But now you know, she's all alone |
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She never nags, she never moans |
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She say you are her precious stone |
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You shine up nice! |
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You're married under the apple tree |
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You're sure you're who you wanna be |
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But now it's on, you're plain to see |
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You feel so guilty. |
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You wish you could resign away |
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Or find a way to hide away |
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You know the little runaway |
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Has strangled you |
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Lucky you, lucky you |
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Lucky you that she never knew. |
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Lucky you, lucky you |
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(Lucky you that she never knew) |
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She said her name was Bella Belle |
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(Soft and smooth like caramel) |
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Stop and think 'bout what you got, |
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The girl is trouble, can you tell? |
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Oh, her name is Bella Belle, |
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And one by one the boys all yell |
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(Let me be ya fella 'cause you're looking mighty swell, Belle) |
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Scat |
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She said her name was Bella Belle |
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(Soft and smooth like caramel) |
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Stop and think 'bout what you got, |
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The girl is trouble, can you tell? |
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Oh, her name is Bella Belle, |
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And one by one the boys all yell |
