| I can tell by her lips she’s got fucked up teeth
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| She’s got a banged up grill like she just hit a deer
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| In a while she’ll go down in a tent with a bloke
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| You know what they say about girls who smoke
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| It’s festival season and all around the UK
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| They’re herding the fans like cattle
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| All the blogs are alive and the kids are all stoked
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| You know what they say about girls who smoke
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| We’re parked at the venue the driver will skin you
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| If you paper or do number two in the loo
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| It smells so bad as it is you could croak
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| Outside there’s mud and rain and girls who smoke
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| Girls who smoke — Girls who smoke
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| It’s August and freezing, the headliner’s cheesy
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| The Port-O-Potty's are shaking and wheezing
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| The catering sucks and vendors blow
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| It’s the middle of the afternoon
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| Drink like its midnight — Time for the show
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| But the kids keep coming and Thank God for them
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| Lasses with passes and dudes round the corner
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| It’s storming in Stafford and everyone’s soaked
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| You know what they say about girls who smoke |