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May it never be said she's knockin' them dead |
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At the start as we all should know |
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But is there a fame, it's such a cryin' shame what they're sayin' |
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That she's some kind of sleaze, that's a social disease |
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It's more than a game that they're playin' |
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Shut up, shut up |
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Don't tell me that my best friend's a menace |
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As loony as the day she was born |
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She might wind up in a book written by Guinness |
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It's all right with me, if she wants to be |
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Shut up, shut up |
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Round me a bend and I'm needin' a friend she comes to me |
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Call her name in the air and she'll soon be there |
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If you want her to be |
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She's one of a kind and I sure am glad that I met her |
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The story book lies, there's stars in her eyes |
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I couldn't have found one much better |
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But there's something we all should know |
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Shut up, shut up |
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She's a kind of a gnu that belongs in a zoo |
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Don't tell me that my best friends like Alice |
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It's all right with me, if she wants to be |
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Who might wind up in a looking-glass palace |
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As naughty as the day she was born |
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Shut up, shut up |
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Call her name in the air and she'll soon be there |
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If you want her to be |
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Round me a bend and I'm needin' a friend she comes to me |
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Don't tell me that my best friend's a menace |
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She might wind up in a book written by Guinness |
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As nutty as the day she was born |
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It's all right with me, if she longs to be |
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Shut up, shut up |
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Call her name in the air and she'll soon be there |
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If you want her to be |
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Round me a bend and I'm needin' a friend she comes to me |
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Shut up, shut up |
