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Heard the neighbour slam his car door |
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don't he realise this is respectable street |
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What d'you think he bought that car for |
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'cos he realise this is respectable street |
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Now they talk about absorption |
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in cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters |
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as they speak of child prevention |
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And immaculate receptions on their portable |
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Sony entertainment centres. |
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Now she speak about diseases |
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and which proposition pleases best her old man |
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Avon lady fills the creases |
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when she manages to squeeze in past the caravans |
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that never move from their front gardens. |
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It's in the order of their hedgerows |
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it's in the way their curtains open and close |
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it's in the look they give you down their nose |
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all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose |
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Sunday church and they look fetching |
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Saturday night saw him stretching over our fence |
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bang the wall for me to turn down |
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I can see them with their stern frown |
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as they dispense the kind of look that says |
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they're perfect. |
