| My new purple shoes
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| Bin amazin' the people next door
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| And my rock’n’roll forty fives
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| Bin enragin' the folks on the lower floor
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| I got a way with the girls on my block
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| Try my best to be a real individual
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| And when we go down to smokies and rock
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| They line up like it’s some kind of ritual
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| Oh give me a good guitar
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| And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
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| Or just find me an open car
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| I’ll make the speed of light outta this place
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| I like the good things in life
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| But most of the best things ain’t free
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| It’s the same situation just cuts like a knife
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| When you’re young and you’re poor and you’re crazy
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| Young and you’re crazy…
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| Oh give me a good guitar
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| And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
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| Or just find me an open car
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| I’ll make the speed of light outta this place
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| Flick Of The Wrist
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| Dislocate your spine if you don’t sign
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| He says I’ll have you seeing double
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| Mesmerize you when he’s tongue tied
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| Simply with those eyes ooh
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| Synchronize your minds and see
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| The beast within him rise
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| Don’t look back don’t look back
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| It’s a rip off
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| Flick of the wrist and you’re dead baby
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| Blow him a kiss and you’re mad
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| Flick of the wrist he’ll eat your heart out
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| A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head
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| He’s taken an arm and taken a leg
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| All this time honey baby you’ve been had
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| Intoxicate your brain with what I’m sayin'
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| If not you’ll lie in knee deep trouble
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| Prostitute yourself he says
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| Castrate your human pride ooh
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| Sacrifice your leisure days
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| Let me squeeze you 'till you’ve dried
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| Don’t look back don’t look back
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| It’s a rip off
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| Work my fingers to my bones
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| I scream with pain I still make no impression
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| Seduce you with his money make machine
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| Cross collateralise big time money money
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| Reduce you to a muzak fake machine
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| Then the last goodbye
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| Flick of the wrist and you’re dead baby
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| Blow him a kiss and you’re mad
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| Flick of the wrist he’ll eat your heart out
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| A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head
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| He’s taken an arm and taken a leg
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| All this time honey
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| baby you’ve been had
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| (Lily Of The Valley starts where Flick Of The Wrist Ends)
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| I am forever searching high and low
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| But why does everybody tell me no
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| Neptune of the seas an answer for me please
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| The lily of the valley doesn’t know
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| I lie and wait with open eyes
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| I carry on thru' stormy skies
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| I follow ev’ry course my kingdom for a horse
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| But each time I grow old
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| Serpent of the Nile relieve me for a while
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| And cast me from your spell and let me go
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| Messenger from seven seas has flown
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| To tell the king of Rhye he’s lost his throne
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| Wars will never cease
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| Is there time enough for peace?
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| The lily of the valley doesn’t know |