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Snared about her winsome glance |
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And mad about the town |
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Kicking heels has lost its charm and every boy's a clown |
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Leave a trail of dusted boots and choose a toe cap then |
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Or kiss me here or kick me there |
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Lovers wont be friends |
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I'm a plough and you're a furrow |
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I'm a fox and you're a burrow |
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I'm a weed and you are the road |
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You were a man (You were a man) |
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And I'm alone |
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Sally was a daisy chain |
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And Sally was a rock |
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Sally let her hair hang low |
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And Sally wore a frock |
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Someone saw a local boy crawl along the shore |
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Well, must be someone's son they thought and should've thought some more |
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I'm a plough and you're a furrow |
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I'm a fox and you're a burrow |
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I'm a weed and you are the road |
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You're a man (You were a man) |
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I'm alone |
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Sally saw the boy come near |
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Right beneath the sun |
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Breathing hard and cockle proud |
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And Sally's heart was won |
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Not a boy she knew at first, |
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Not a face she'd seen |
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Or whispered through her ready lips |
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"I'll be the best I've been" |
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I'm a plough and you're a furrow |
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I'm a fox and you're a burrow |
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I'm a weed and you are the road |
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You're a man (You were a man) |
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I'm alone |
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And I scorched his fingers in her face |
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Scrubby mitts, saving grace |
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Coughed a liver |
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Winked to die |
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Why don't you lie? |
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Several gloves and half-cocked eyes |
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Bring nature to their deviled lives |
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Win some misses wanting lads |
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Aging in their passing fads |
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Leave a trail of dusted boots |
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And choose a toe cap then |
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Kiss me here or kick me there |
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And lovers might be friends |
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I'm a plough and you're a furrow |
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I'm a fox and you're a burrow |
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I'm a weed, you are the road |
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You're a man (You were a man) |
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Alone |
