| There’s a young girl with her old man who’s too sick to mention
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| She’ll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow’s pension
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| But he couldn’t catch a common cold, he couldn’t get arrested
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| Too terrified to answer back, too tired to have resisted
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| Many hands make light work
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| Shorthand makes life easy
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| When he’s out on night work
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| Make sure no one sees me
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| It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises
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| A change is better than a rest
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| Silly beggars can’t be choosers
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| One of a thousand pities that you can’t characterize
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| There are ten commandments of love
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| When will you realize
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| There are ten commandments of love
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| I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love’s just a throwaway kiss
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| In this Pidgin English
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| If you’re so wise use your lips and your eyes
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| Take it to the bridge she sighs
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| You go cheep cheep cheep between bull-eyes and bluster
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| Stiff as your poker face, keener than mustard
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| From your own back yard to the land of exotica
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| From the truth society to neurotic erotica
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| Silence is golden
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| Money talks diamonds and ermine
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| There’s a word in Spanish
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| Italian and German
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| In sign language, Morse code, semaphore and gibberish
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| Have you forgotten how to say it
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| In your Pidgin English?
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| One of a thousand pities that you can’t characterize
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| There are ten commandments of love
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| When will you realize
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| There are ten commandments of love
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| I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love’s just a throwaway kiss
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| In this Pidgin English
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| One of a thousand pities that you can’t characterize
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| There are ten commandments of love
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| When will you realize
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| There are ten commandments of love
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| I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love’s just a throwaway kiss
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| In this Pidgin English
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| P. S. I love you
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| P. S. I love you
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| P. S. I love you |