| Hey young London you’re looking good
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| Dressing up like you know you should
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| Hey young London you’re the brightest star
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| So you ride about got to get that far
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| Well I’ve read your face
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| And seen your place
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| And you’ll let me in
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| If I share your tastes
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| You know the night spots
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| If you wanna stay hip
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| Have you flown to Paris
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| Hope you have a good trip
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| We don’t care
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| You know that we don’t care
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| We don’t care
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| D’you know that we wear flares.
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| Hey young London you’re looking good
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| The lights are less well that’s understood
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| Hey young London take your time and go
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| The girls are young but they act so old
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| You’re headin' for
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| The same pub each night
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| Girls in the corner
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| Boys looking for a fight
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| Even he might rock
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| Each others self control
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| When you get engaged
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| You know you’ve reached your goal
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| We don’t care
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| You know that we don’t care
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| We don’t care
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| D’you know that we wear flares.
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| Hey young London you’re looking good
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| You got the money you can choose your moods
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| Hey young London you’re a bright young thing
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| Your private houses are a public thing
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| She’s so afraid
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| She sees a dead still light
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| And her dress is see-through
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| And his pants on tight
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| With his girl at his side
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| He doesn’t need his breaks
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| And a smile on his face
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| For all the risks he takes
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| Hey young London you’re looking good
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| Dressing up like you know you should
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| Hey young London you’re the brightest star
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| So you ride about got to get that far
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| Hey young London you’re looking good
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| The lights are less well that’s understood
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| Hey young London take your time and go
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| The girls are young but they act so old
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| Hey young london you’re looking good |