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When you're dressed in leather, |
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I could be John Steed forever |
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And even when, the sun is not here |
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You come home (?) like a cup of coffee |
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And, you, you don't know what you do |
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But you're always doing well |
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And even if I've got your picture |
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In my left shoe, |
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That doesn't help me |
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And when the sun is out, |
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I come home white as snow |
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And when I'm dressed in leather, |
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I look like the bloke from the Village People |
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And you, you don't know what to do |
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But you're always doing well... |
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And even if I've got your picture |
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In my left shoe, |
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That doesn't help |
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No, that doesn't help me that much |
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That doesn't help me at all |
