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Pulp |
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Masters Of The Universe |
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Little Girl (With Blue Eyes) |
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You're just a little girl (with blue eyes) |
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Everybody looks at you (well, it's your day) |
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And you're stepping from the black car |
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But you'll be getting back in soon (and on your way) |
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Little girl (with blue eyes) |
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There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs |
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You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said |
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You'll never get away hey you'll give it up one day come what may |
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Dad's not got a shot-gun |
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But his look's enough to murder you (see what you've done) and forget about the paintings |
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'Cos you'd better get the washing done (oh something's wrong) |
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Little girl (with blue eyes) |
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There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs |
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You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said |
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You'll never get away |
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Hey you'll give it up one day come what may |
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Face down on the pavement, chalk lines round your little hands (hit and run) |
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And now a mother sits in silence in a darkness she can't understand (where you've gone) |
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Oh little girl (with blue eyes) |
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There's a hole in your heart and one between your legs |
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You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill in spite of what he said |
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You'll never get away |
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Hey you'll give it up one day come what may. |
