| She thinks she’s Little Miss London, way she clicks her heels
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| She’s got a male lover regardless of how it feels
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| She’s got you round her finger in the
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| She’s got a range to bring down hearing on the phone
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| Eyeing up the sheep again
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| Over yours just lie in this
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| Clogging up the skins like this
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| Well I miss waiting in a queue
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| For the only place that he should do
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| beats in there
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| And down to town but they’re not so rare
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| You might lose that at home
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| You might lose that at home
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| You might lose that at home
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| She thinks she’s Little Miss London, way she clicks her heels
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| She’s got a male lover regardless of how it feels
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| She’s got you round her finger
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| She’s got a range to bring down hearing on the phone
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| She’s moving to the sounds
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| renowned
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| change I can feel this
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| Running on the
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| She’s
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| Swaying it so you
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| Moving up to meet her gaze
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| And you look to her eyes and raise and you go
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| I might lose that at home
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| You might lose that at home
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| You might lose that at home
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| I say one more drink
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| One more drink
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| You think you’re Little Miss London, way you click your heels
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| You’ve got a male lover regardless of how it feels
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| You’ve got me round your finger in the
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| You’ve got a range to bring down hearing on the phone
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| You’re here with my main jacket
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| stone
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| I’m telling you right now, yeah
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| You might lose fuck at home
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| Oh, you might lose that at home
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| Oh, you might lose that at home
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| Oh, you might lose that at home
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| Oh, you might lose that at home |