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Friend of mine in a bar, |
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hadn't been chatted up for years, |
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got this bloke droning on and on, |
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boring my poor friend to tears, |
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She looks him dead straight in the eye, |
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thinks to herself, 'ooh what a guy,' |
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but he goes on and on and on and on, |
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been polite for far too long, |
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so, she said, |
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she said, |
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she said... |
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Take your cigarettes |
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take your jokes, |
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I'll find someone else who smokes |
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or high |
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or makes me laugh - a ha ha ha! |
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So, here she is, all alone again, |
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hasn't had nothing but strife, |
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every guy she seems to meet |
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is either homogenized or man and wife, |
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mmm, not gunna settle for any low life, |
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'cause she strives herself more than her appetite, |
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so she strives on and on and on and on, |
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loser still coming on so strong |
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she said, |
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she said, |
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she said... |
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Take your cigarettes |
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take your jokes, |
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I'll find someone else who smokes |
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or high |
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or makes me laugh - a ha ha ha! |
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Oh! |
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she goes to the bar to sit and ponder about what's going wrong and why |
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getting too fussy she begins to wonder cries a tear a little too high |
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but all she wants is somebody to like |
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a smoke or a drink or the love of her life |
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but her frustrations just go on and on, |
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hasn't been satisfied for so long, |
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she said, |
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she said, |
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she said... |
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Take your cigarettes |
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take your jokes, |
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I'll find someone else who smokes |
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or high |
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or makes me laugh - a ha ha ha! |
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Oh! |
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Take your cigarettes |
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take your jokes, |
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I'll find someone else who smokes |
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or high |
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or makes me laugh - a ha ha |
