| Girls
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| Girls
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| Girls
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| Yellow
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| red
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| black or white
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| add a little bit of moonlight
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| For this intercontinental romance.
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| Shy girl
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| sexy girl
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| they all like that fancy world
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| Champagne
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| a gentle song and a slow dance.
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| Who makes it fun to spend your money
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| Who calls you honey
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| most every day.
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| Girls
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| Girls
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| Girls — Girls
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| Girls
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| Girls.
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| Well
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| they made 'em up in HolIywood
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| and put them into the movil
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| Those lovely photographic splendours;
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| In and out of magazines
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| Miss World and beauty queens
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| Falling in love with the real big spenders.
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| But although their world may be frantic
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| They’re still romantic
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| in their own way.
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| So hop on the world is swing.ing.
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| Don’t sit and twiddle your thums.
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| Get up and meet those pretty Girls
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| Girls
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| Girls.
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| Step on the world keeps swinging.
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| Put on the dazzling charm.
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| Get up and find those pretty girls.
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| But don’t rush
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| keep it nice and gentle
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| And sentimental
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| for that certain moment.
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| Moonlit oceans
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| girls full of emotions
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| Stepping on that slow boat to China;
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| And next door
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| in Japan
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| they know how to please a man
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| Dropping in for tea with my geisha.
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| They’ve got that old-fashioned feeling
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| When it comes to pleasing
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| they know their way.
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| So hop on the world is swinging
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| When you draw back the curtain.
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| Hop on the world is swinging.
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| Don’t sit and twiddle your thumbs.
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| Get up and meet those pretty girls. |