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The Stranglers} |
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Big girl in the red dress |
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She's just trying to impress us |
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And she's got the barley fever |
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But she doesn't make a sound |
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She's just hanging around |
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She's just hanging around |
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Down the court road early |
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With the Hustlers big and burly |
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There's a million of 'em selling |
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And the buyers can be found |
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They're just hanging around |
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They're just hanging around [CHORUS:] |
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Christ he told his mother |
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Christ he told her not to bother |
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Cos he's alright in the city |
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He's high above the ground |
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He's just hanging around (hanging around) |
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He's just hanging around (hanging around) |
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He's just hanging around (hanging around) |
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He's just hanging around (hanging around) |
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One of 'em comes over |
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Got a monkey on his shoulder |
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And the monkey's getting grinner |
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But his eyes are on the ground |
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They're just hanging around |
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They're just hanging around |
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I'm moving to a coleheme |
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With the leather all around me |
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And the sweat is getting steamy |
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But their eyes are on the ground |
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They're just hanging around |
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They're just hanging around [CHORUS 2x] |
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He's just hanging around (hanging around) |
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He's just hanging around |
