| Don’t you dare to shout she will serve you soon
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| And don’t you dare knocking with a tea spoon
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| She’s a barmaid
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| She won’t bring the coffee to your table, my dear
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| You better come over it’s self service here
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| She’s a barmaid not your butler
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| Whatever she’s doing don’t you dare complain
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| You do that your coffee’s down the drain
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| She’s a barmaid she’s no psychiatrist
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| She doesn’t want you playing with the sugarcubes
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| She don’t like you bending straws into loops
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| She’s a barmaid she can’t stand that
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| She doesn’t want you kicking the pinball machine
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| You’re no good doing James Dean
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| She’s a barmaid she’s not a talent scout
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| Teabags in the ashtray she doesn’t like at all
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| And don’t you kill the spider that is crawling
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| Down the wall
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| She’s a barmaid she’s good to animals
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| She don’t like you staring at her tits all day
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| She can’t stand lecherous boozers anyway
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| She’s a barmaid she’s not a pin-up girl
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| As sure as shit she don’t wanna talk love
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| She don’t want you cooing like a turtle dove
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| She’s a barmaid she’s not your girlfriend
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| She’s waiting for a real man whoever he is
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| She knows he’d never come into a place like this
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| She’s a barmaid she’s good to animals |