| She attracts dark rumours
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| Travels in blue and other humours
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| Each time she walks in the room
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| Brings in much more than you’d assume
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| Ooo, I looked in her eyes
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| And out through that window I fell
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| She’s My Lovely Jezebel
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| She neglects you and then ransacks you so very well
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| She suspects your sweet confection
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| When you talk in contradictions
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| Then she walks without detection
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| Overrules all your objections
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| Ooo, I looked in her eyes
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| And through that window I fell
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| She’s My Lovely Jezebel
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| Man is miserable ape and sad pile of sticks
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| He comes out swinging, gets in a few licks
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| The longest of drumrolls for the shortest of tricks
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| So she attracts bad intentions
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| She distracts all my attention
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| With her ways and her wild inventions
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| The facts of life they forgot to mention
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| Ooo, I looked in her eyes
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| And down through that window I fell
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| She’s My Lovely Jezebel
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| She neglects you and then ransacks you so very well |