| When you’ll place a real love
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| Spit into the wishing well
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| Never mind the heaven and
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| Do not bother the hell
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| Before you ask a stupid thing
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| Let’s get the story straight
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| 'Cause when I was a cracker cub
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| I had no time to waste
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| Puked a lot of Rosie Lee
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| At my granma’s kitchen door
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| Sent me away to the next pub
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| Ol' stone called whore
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| It drived me nuts at first sight
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| What a skinny cutie glass
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| And felt in love at very first taste
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| It makes me fuckin' blessed
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| Coz we all love our Guinness
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| It’s like black womans smile
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| Murphy’s always looks at me
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| With red demons eyes
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| Miss Jameson the blond one
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| Can heal my broken heart
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| So let me hear some Pub’n’roll
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| It makes my world go round
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| Coz we all love our Guinness
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| It’s like black womans smile
|
| Murphy’s always looks at me
|
| With red demons eyes
|
| Miss Jameson the blond one
|
| Can heal my broken heart
|
| So let me hear some Pub’n’roll
|
| It makes my world go round
|
| Coz we all love our Guinness
|
| It’s like black womans smile
|
| Murphy’s always looks at me
|
| With red demons eyes
|
| Miss Jameson the blond one
|
| Can heal my broken heart
|
| So let me hear some Pub’n’roll
|
| It makes my world go round
|
| Coz we all love our Guinness
|
| It’s like black womans smile
|
| Murphy’s always looks at me
|
| With red demons eyes
|
| Miss Jameson the blond one
|
| Can heal my broken heart
|
| So let me hear some Pub’n’roll
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| It makes my world go round |