| Punky young girl you’re a piece of work
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| Designed to make a body hurt
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| Punky young girl, well what do you know
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| Got ourselves a new Bardot
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| Punky young girl needs a middle aged man
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| Whose midlife crisis you began
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| Punky young girl, such a work of art
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| Licensing each body part
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| Ooh, don’t wanna go yet
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| Lift up your skirt, let me lick the alphabet
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| Punky young girl needs a Terence Stamp
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| Perfect at swinging sixties vamp
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| Punky young girl in it for the craic
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| Pack all your best times lying on your back
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| Oh, Punky young girl what’s under there
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| I hope to christ it’s lingerie
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| If it goes wrong, don’t you look at me
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| My brain don’t carry responsibility
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| Ooh, Punky young girl your state of mind
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| Men kneel down, in front of your behind
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| Punky young girl, in it for the craic
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| Our work is such an aphrodisiac
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| Ooh, don’t want, don’t wanna go yet
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| Lift up your skirt, lick the alphabet
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| We are, we are
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| We are what we wear
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| All the big names, don’t have a clue
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| She said, she said…
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| She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
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| She said nothing tastes as good
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| She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
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| She said nothing tastes as good
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| She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
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| She said nothing tastes as good
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| She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
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| She said nothing tastes as good
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| She said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels
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| She said nothing tastes as good, as good
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| She said nothing, she said nothing
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| She said nothing tastes, nothing, no no no nothing
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| As good |