| Your little sister’s very pretty
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| And your dad works in the city
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| And it’s not the first time
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| That a boy like me has rhymed those words
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| So I thought I’d run it past you
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| ‘Cause I need a song about this
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| You know what I mean
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| Oh, I think that you know what I mean
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| Maybe round the breakfast table
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| While Dad and daughter are rosy and bright
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| Baby, in the favourable light
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| Tell her I love, tell him I fight
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| And later on at the bus shelter
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| Turn up and pretend you forgot your pass
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| And I shall escort her to class
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| Do this, dear friend, that’s all I ask
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| ‘Cause you owe me one, and I know the one that I want
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| Your little sister’s very pretty
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| And your dad works in the city
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| And it’s not the first time
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| That a boy like me has rhymed those words
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| And you owe me one, and I know the one that I want
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| The gloves are off
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| A pound for a pound
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| The cuffs are lost
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| Release the hounds
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| Pushes come to shove
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| And I know trite
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| Tell her I love
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| Tell him… I fight |