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Without hurting you |
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How can I make you see |
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This might mean everything to you |
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But it don't mean nothing to me |
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And whilst your hangers on |
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Are laughing nervously |
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You'll lock them in your penthouse suite |
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Then you'll throw away the key |
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Gorgeous George |
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The last of the go-getters |
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Gorgeous George |
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A dandy to the letter |
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You really should know better |
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Gorgeous George |
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Such exquisite taste |
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From your head to toes |
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Stuck inside your lady's chambers |
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Powdering your nose |
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And now your holding court |
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With the Pearly King |
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Whilst outside on the balcony |
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This mocking bird will sing |
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Gorgeous George |
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The last of the go-getters |
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Gorgeous George |
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A dandy to the letter |
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You really should know better |
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Gorgeous George |
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You shouldn't walk so proud |
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You shouldn't talk so loud |
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You're just a face in the crowd |
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And you should know it |
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You flit from floor to floor |
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Buying up the store |
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But you still want more |
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So you blow it |
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I've a life of my own |
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That you refuse to see |
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One hundred at your beck and call |
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So why did you pick on me? |
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Should I return that call? |
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Talk to your answerphone? |
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Just make sure that the blinds are drawn |
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And pretend you're not at home |
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Gorgeous George |
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The last of the go-getters |
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Gorgeous George |
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A dandy to the letter |
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You really should know better |
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Gorgeous George |
