| Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses
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| With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues
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| The dignity fucks off
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| Her brother’s gone off to the strippers
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| To make up for all the lost time
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| She could have been one of the bitches
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| But she’s actually alright
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| (Cigarette smoker)
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| I’m sorry, but we’re all unsure
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| How much you’ve had but
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| (We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more
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| A country home, even if we really tried
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| What if it’s just surprises now?
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| And I bet your dad would like to give us all a slap
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| When are your parents back? |
| d’you know?
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| Well I never came from no ghetto
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| But it wasn’t nowhere near here
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| Well-spoken girls in stillettos
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| Aren’t something to fear
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| (Cigarette smoker)
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| I’m sorry, but we’re all unsure
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| How much you’ve had but
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| (We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more
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| (Cigarette smoker)
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| I’m sorry, but we’re all unsure
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| How much you’ve had but
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| (We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more
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| (Cigarette smoker)
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| Cigarette smoke doesn’t hide
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| As well as you think
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| And you’d think that it oughta
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| Act as the perfect disguise |