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Years ago in a silent world |
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I fell in love with an English girl |
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Her skin was clear and her mum wore pearls |
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I fell in love with an English girl |
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She asked me for an almond whirl |
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I was obliged to the English girl |
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And when I found the one she curled |
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All round my neck, did the English girl |
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But when the wrapper she unfurled |
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"It's a little bit off," said the English girl |
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Though disappointed, round she twirled |
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Poise was a must for the English girl |
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The sweet she binned, it was not hurled |
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Slow motion for the English girl |
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"How disappointing wanton her," |
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Said the diamond mouth of the English girl |
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"I hoped for more," said the English girl |
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So haggard and I don't mean more |
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I wilted before the English girl |
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And like a minx from Ronald's serve |
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She flittered away, the English girl |
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Years ago in a silent world |
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I fell in love with an English girl |
