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She was sinister but she was happy |
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Basically she was the Jeanne Moreau type |
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Sinister but she was happy |
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Sinister but she was always pleased to see you |
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And her living words were her dying words |
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She said, "Yeah" |
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She was sinister but she was happy |
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With a cheery smile and poison blowpipe |
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Sinister but she was happy |
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Like a kind of spider half inclined to free you |
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Her lopsided grin made it so hard to win |
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She said, "Alright you are |
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And your promises are just promises |
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But a sinister little |
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Wave of a hand goes a long, long way in these troubled times" |
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She was sinister but she was happy |
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And you can't say that of everybody, can you? |
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Sinister but she was happy |
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Like a chandelier festooned with leeches |
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And she rolled along till she came on strong |
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And she said, "Alright you are |
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And your promises just are promises |
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But a sinister little |
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Wave of a hand goes a long, long way in these troubled times" |
