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I've got nasty habits |
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I take tea at trhee |
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And the meat I eat for dinner |
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Must be hung up for a week |
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My best friend he shoots waters rats |
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And feed them to his geese |
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Don-cha think there's a place for you |
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In between the sheets? |
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Come on now honey, we can built a home for three |
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Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me? |
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And there's a score of hare-brained children |
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There are a-locked in the nursery |
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They got ear-phone heads |
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They got dirty necks |
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They're so tweentieth century |
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Well, they queue up for bathroom round about 7.35 |
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But don-cha think we need a woman's touch |
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to make it come alive? |
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You'd look good pram pushing down the High Street |
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Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me? |
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On the servants they're so helpful dear! |
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The cook she is a whore |
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the butler has a place for her |
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Behind the pantry door |
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The maid, she's French, she's got no sense |
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She's from Crazy Horse |
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And when she strips, the chauffeur flips |
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The footman's eyes get crossed |
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Don-cha think there's a place for us |
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Right across the street? |
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Don-cha you think there's a place for you |
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In between the sheets? |
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Don-cha you think there's a place for you |
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Come on live with me |
