| I could see that the sun it was deadly
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| She’s putting her hand in the fire
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| Her velvety skin it was cooking
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| Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry
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| But when she slips in between the sheets tonight
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| The memory will linger and burn
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| And when she look at the face in the mirror
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| What a terrible sight
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| Lily white turning to raspberry
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| (When it burns you rub on the lotion
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| If it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no)
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| Les nouveaux riches, when they
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| Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
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| They set jet away, they don’t
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| Get a kick, they don’t get a buzz man
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| They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
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| Les nouveaux riches, when they
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| Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
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| They hot foot away, they don’t
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| Get a buzz, they don’t get a kick
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| Man they, talk in circles
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| They must be thick, a say tick dem
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| A tick tick tick-a
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| I could see that the guys were a hassle
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| She tried to handle them cool
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| But her interbreeding was showing
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| Tumbling out on the banks of the old
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| Swimming pool, oh oh oh
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| So she buried her fears in a bottle
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| The juices beginning to flow
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| But her stiff upper lip it was trembling
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| Tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll
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| Hush your mouth, you can’t fool the natives
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| Telegraph, they’s going to relay it, oh no
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| Les nouveaux riches, when they
|
| Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
|
| They set jet away, they don’t
|
| Get a kick, they don’t get a buzz man
|
| They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
|
| Les nouveaux riches, when they
|
| Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
|
| They hot foot away, they don’t
|
| Get a buzz, they don’t get a kick
|
| Man they, talk in circles
|
| They must be thick, a say tick dem
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| A tick tick tick-a
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| I remember the tears in her eyes
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| She tried to hide them away
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| But her time it was going too quickly
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| Just another few days, she’ll soon be flying away
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| But her memory will stay here forever
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| A time she will never forget
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| All the sun and the sand and the water
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| Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet
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| No way, she keeping a cool head
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| She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no
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| Les nouveaux riches, when they
|
| Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
|
| They set jet away, they don’t
|
| Get a kick, they don’t get a buzz man
|
| They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
|
| Les nouveaux riches, when they
|
| Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
|
| They hot foot away, they don’t
|
| Get a buzz, they don’t get a kick
|
| Man they, talk in circles
|
| They must be thick, a say tick dem
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| A tick tick tick-a |