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Oh the drones on the corner don't look her in the eye when she comes out to play |
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And three times now at the Club Chi-Chi they've turned her away |
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Last week she was the belle of the ball but another week passes |
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It's time to cast off crutches, scars and pebble glasses |
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She's got everything a girl might need |
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She's a tribal animal, yes indeed |
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But she hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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Hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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Hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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Oh she gets her suits from a personal friend, Coco the clown |
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She got dustman's jacket, inside out, it's a party gown |
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If it's bouffons, she's got bouffons, if it's tat she got tat |
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She got hoochie coochie Gucci and a pom-pom hat |
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She's got everything a girl might need |
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She's a tribal animal, yes indeed |
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But she hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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No! |
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Well, her ma writes cook books, she wrote one once, and it sold one or two |
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Her pa's in the city, he's so witty, he calls it the zoo |
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Her boyfriend plays in Scritti Politti, Aunt Sally's brown bread |
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In a few more years she can marry some fool and knock it on the head |
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She's got everything a girl might need |
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She's a tribal animal, yes indeed |
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But she hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose, through her nose |
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She hasn't got a bone through her nose |
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She hasn't got a, Oh she hasn't got a, Oh |
