| I spotted Miss World, too good to be true
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| But the club was pretty dark and I’d had quite a few
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| I stagger to her table sipping my brew
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| But just as I get there she goes to the loo
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| Impatient bastard, now what do I do?
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| Then I cop her friend and she’s alright too
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| Her arse in good shape, above average boat
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| I ask her name, she sticks her tongue down my throat
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| I’m not one to gloat or boast, but take note
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| Twenty minutes gone and she’s getting her coat
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| So I down my beer, my boys start to cheer (Hey!)
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| Grin across my face runs from ear to ear
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| She gives me the look, and I mean the look
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| Was it love at first sight man, or something she took? |
| (I don’t know)
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| A swagger in my step like a crook, then I think
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| The girl looks shook, she’s had too much to drink
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| I look at her eyeballs to see if they’re pink
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| But I don’t get a chance cause she gives me a wink
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| So I travel to hers in an illegal cab
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| Plus I know she’s a student, her house is drab
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| In my head I’m laughing,
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| Stereo’s playing some timeless Marvin
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| The lights dim down and the clothes come off
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| But I pass out, cause her pillow’s too soft
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| I don’t want (No no no no)
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| To be true (No no no no)
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| I don’t want
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| To make love to you
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| I’m up the next morning, but where the hell’s this?
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| I’m trapped in girly purple abyss
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| It’s proving costly, she took me hostage
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| First things first man, where’s the Frosties?
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| I slowly tiptoe towards the door
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| But she grabs my left arm like I’ve broken the law
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| Now who am I kidding, I ain’t her guest
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| But she playing like she got me under house arrest
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| She starts with a speech about how she’s feeling
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| I’m more intrigued by her lilac ceiling
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| Any time now there’s a question pending
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| She wants to confirm a romantic ending
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| Why do they charm you with hocus-pocus?
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| I gotta get home for the Football Focus
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| To dodge small talk I admit defeat
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| «Er, how are you for dinner love? |
| Tuesday week?»
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| As we waited at the bus stop she wanted a cab
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| But I made her see sense with the gift of the gab
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| A cab’s 20 quid, and that’s money for us
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| Plus it’s it’s one nugget each on the 220 bus
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| There’s one little issue that we gotta address
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| I got just enough cash for a Pizza Express
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| Even though she wants Thai chilli beef with mango
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| I’d be content with some wings from Nando’s
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| We get to Express, but before we can order
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| She starts with a tirade that I never call her
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| I say «I'm trying to keep my phone bills smaller»
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| Try and change the subject, «Have you got taller?»
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| «Don't give me that, that’s a load of tosh»
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| She says words like that, she’s a little bit posh
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| «Look, all I want, Ell, is a call at lunches»
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| As she keeps ranting, the waiter approaches
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| «Be honest, you want this to work or not?»
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| «Er, doughballs, please and an American Hot»
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| «I'm talking, geezer I want to know please»
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| «She'll have a Caesar with no anchovies
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| And two Peronis» he makes a note
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| I look back at her and she’s getting her coat
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| She heads for the door like a spoilt adult
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| More food for me, eh? |
| What a result |