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I seen her everyday now |
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And boy has she got class |
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She got diamonds on her fingers |
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And rhythm in her ass |
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I've tried to call her over |
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But I must be made of glass |
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Cos' she just looks right through me |
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Keeps walking straight on past |
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Walkin' straight on... |
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I like your... |
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Dig your... |
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Day... |
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Oh the day... |
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Eats in fancy places |
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Where the cover would pay my rent |
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Steaks on silver platters |
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And water costs 50 pence |
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Tips up all the waiters |
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And five will get you ten |
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Still I'm waitin' in the lobby |
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She won't even invite me in |
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Won't even invite me... |
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I like your kind of address |
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Dig your style of clothes |
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The day I stopped loving you |
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Was the day you broke my nose |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) (REPEAT BACKUP CHORUS) |
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When she goes to the theatre |
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It's always the latest show |
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While I'll wait in some poolroom |
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That's just across the road |
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One time she saw me waiting |
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And come across the spoke |
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She said 'adieu' and grabbed my cue |
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And shoved it down my throat |
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(REPEAT CHORUS and BACKUP) |