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Dusty Springfield, that's a pretty name |
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It even sounds like a game |
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In a green field, hobby horses play the dusty game when it's May |
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Pink and paisley skies shining in green eyes |
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A magic pin wheel |
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London flowers in her hair |
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Dusty Springfield |
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Silver starshine over crystal waters |
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Petals fall from her glance |
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Flowers sparkle |
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With a dew of morning, feathers float from her dance |
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Suddenly the song's the thing |
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Fill your cup, come to the spring |
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And you'll stand so still |
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And you'll feel the thrill |
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Dusty Springfield, that's a pretty name |
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Pretty as a pearl |
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What a pretty girl |
