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cuddle and wait |
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a huddle on the floor |
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cool cats all a muddle at the door |
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what a bore. Badger just score |
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barking at the dark |
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face like a basking jar |
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She's a dark princess |
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she doesn't really need this |
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shes waiting vivid west wood |
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do you mind if i kiss you? |
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have a little cuddle? |
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Theres no way that's going to go |
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silly little rave queen |
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mumbling dirty options, |
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sitting on my lap. |
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who am i the sort of chap |
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watching you dance |
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a bit scared now |
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Then badgers snuggling up |
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with ambitions |
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breaking my love. |
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and all the posh girls are laughing |
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and i've got to think quick |
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Who am i |
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who am i! |
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(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!! dala dala dala!) |
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So the taxi |
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drives off into the mistic |
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and i bid fairwell to you |
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I'm stuck a badger |
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and his crew lowing it down in poetry |
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I'll sit on this fence forever |
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except all living |
