| My baby, she’s crazy, she’s lazy
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| So she’s always bummin' around
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| Girls in France don’t stand a chance
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| 'Cos I’ve always got my baby around
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| So, don’t touch her
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| Oh, it’s so fine, and you know what’s mine is mine
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| At night we, sleep tight we
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| Stay close together 'cos the temperature’s down
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| But baby, says maybe
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| Each time I try to get my fingers around
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| Please don’t touch her
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| Sittin' with a tentpole, what a bloody jamboree
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| Listen to our motto, be prepared for ecstasy
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| Here comes the bride
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| My baby, goes topless
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| And brings her beauty to a bottomless day
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| She’s bathing, al fresco
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| And all her mystery is there on display
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| So, don’t get too close
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| Oh she’s so fine, and you know what’s mine is mine
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| Ooh it’s a drag when you’re hitched to a dream
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| And the boys in the gang think she’s part of the scenery
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| You’re never alone and the tension is painful to see
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| One night I, crept in and
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| Got on my knees and tried to make her my wife
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| One reef knot, two grannies
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| And we were bound to stay together for life
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| Now we’d like to… |