| Good God, she’s deadly delicious, camper than a holiday
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| Front page, in every issue, tighter than a one act play
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| Don’t look, without your glasses, she’ll turn you to a pillar of salt
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| Watch out, she’s mean and brassy, sharper than a telephone
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| Take care, she’ll ask you for small things, only that you give her the earth
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| Gladly she gives you nothing for something, she only seems to stop when it hurts
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| Tell her, that England becomes her, its really more expensive abroad
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| Modest so what can you give her just a floor in Madame Tussauds
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| Look how, she smiles politely, harmless as a hive full of beezzz
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| She breaks your heart, three times nightly, when you see her dwarf on a lead
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| Don’t stop, she’ll have you arrested, just for looking into her eyes
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| Must be, she’s chemically tested, just one glance you’re into the vice. |
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| Just one
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| Glance you’re into the vice … Just one glance you’re into the vice.
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| Please … don’t leave the room
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| Don’t leave the room, don’t leave the room
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| Please … don’t leave the room, don’t leave the room, don’t leave the room
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| Good God, she’s deadly delicious, camper than s holiday
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| Front page in every issue, tighter than a one act play
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| Don’t look, without your glasses, she turn you to a pillar of salt
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| Watch out, she’s mean and brassy, sharper than a telephone
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| Good God, she’s deadly delicious …
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| Deadly Delicious …
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| Deadly Delicious … |