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You used to get it in your fishnets |
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Now you only get it in your night dress |
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Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness |
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Landed in a very common crisis |
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Everything's in order in a black hole |
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Nothing seems as pretty as the past though |
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That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco |
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Remember when you used to be a rascal? |
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Oh the boy's a slag |
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The best you ever had |
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The best you ever had |
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Is just a memory and those dreams |
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But as daft as they seem |
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As daft as they seemed |
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My love when you dream them up |
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Flicking through a little book of sex tips |
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Remember when the boys were all electric? |
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Now when she tells she's gonna get it |
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I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it |
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Clinging to not getting sentimental |
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Said she wasn't going but she went still |
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Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle |
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Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil? |
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Oh the boy's a slag |
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The best you ever had |
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The best you ever had |
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Is just a memory and those dreams |
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Weren't as daft as they seem |
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Not as daft as they seem |
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My love when you dream them up |
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Oh, Flo, where did you go? |
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Where did you go? |
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Where did you go? |
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Falling about |
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You took a left off Last Laugh Lane |
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You were just sounding it out |
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You're not coming back again |
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Falling about |
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You took a left off Last Laugh Lane |
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You were just sounding it out |
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You're not coming back again |
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You used to get it in your fishnets |
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Now you only get it in your night dress |
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(Falling about) |
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Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness |
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Landed in a very common crisis |
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(You took a left off Last Laugh Lane) |
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Everything's in order in a black hole |
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Nothing seems as pretty as the past though |
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(You were just sounding it out) |
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That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco |
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Remember when you used to be a rascal? |
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(You're not coming back again) |
