| He’s been saving, selling everything he didn’t need
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| Such a shy boy, with a secret up his sleeve
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| He’s a strange one, never bothers with the girls
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| Heard him swear once, at least I thought I heard him curse
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| Someone had called him queer
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| Yes, one of those my dear
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| They’re all the same, one hand lovers
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| But he’s finally saved enough to pay another call
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| To the middle-aged angel on the third floor
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| She can do him twice nightly and an encore
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| Kicks him in the head, oh how he screams for more
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| Third floor heaven, call at seven
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| Leave your money on the shelf
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| You can stay all night, you can stay at home
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| Pretend you’re someone else
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| She will do you in, she will stand you up
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| She will really lay it down
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| She will break your heart
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| She will break your heart
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| She will break your heart |