| So you finally named the day when wedding bells will chime
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| I was sorry to hear you say, you’re gonna be his not mine
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| Do you think you will be happy, giving up your friends
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| For your semi-detached suburban Mr. James
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| So you finally got your man, I hope you won’t regret it
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| He can’t love you the way I can, so please don’t you forget it
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| Do you think you will be happy, buttering the toast
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| Of your semi-detached suburban Mr. Most
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| I can see you in the morning time
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| Washing day, the weather’s fine
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| Hanging things upon the line
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| And as your life slips away, ay, ay — yeah
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| So you finally named the day when wedding bells will chime
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| I was sorry to hear you say, you’re gonna be his not mine
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| So you think you will be happy, taking doggie for a walk
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| With your semi-detached suburban Mr. James (semi-detached suburban Mr. James)
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| Semi-detached suburban Mr. James
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| So you finally named the day
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| So you finally named the day
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| So you finally named the day (semi-detached suburban Mr.)
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| So you finally named the day (semi-detached suburban Mr.)
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| So you finally named the day (semi-detached suburban Mr.)
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| So you finally named the day (semi-detached suburban Mr.) (fade) |