| From an ordinary house, in an ordinary road,
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| From an ordinary town there came an ordinary girl,
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| A face that looked surprised, a book of dog earred loans?
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| Never made a sound, never said a word,
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| Nothing was ever seen, nothing was ever heard,
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| In an ordinary town, and an ordinary girl.
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| She’s feeling, outrageous, so daft and courageous,
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| She’s laughing, flirtacious, we’re falling, unconscious,
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| She’s selfish, and needy, she’s wanton and greedy,
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| She’s mugging, her lovers, she’s bleeding her brothers from the level?
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| In an ordinary house, in an ordinary town,
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| Upon an ordinary street, nothing was ever found,
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| By an ordinary girl who never made a sound.
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| She’s up in, the attic, she’s bristling, with static
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| Her beauty’s vampiric, so solemn and stoic
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| She’s wanton, and needy, she’s selfish and greedy,
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| She’s mugging, her lovers, she’s bleeding her brothers from the level?
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| The ones she’s, been kissing, are strangely, gone missing,
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| The day when you wed her, you saw me unteather,
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| This feeling, no never, they all went together |