| Arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricks
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| Aerosol, the bricks
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| A lawless brat from a council flat, oh-oh
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| A little bit of this and a little bit of that, oh-oh
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| Dirty tricks
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| From the Mile End Road to the match-stick Beacontree
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| Pulling strokes and taking liberties
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| She liked it best when she went up west, oh-oh
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| You can go to hell with your 'well, well, well', oh-oh
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| Who said good things always come in threes?
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| Reds and yellows, purples, blues and greens
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| She turned the corner before she turned fifteen
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| She got into a mess on the NHS, oh-oh
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| It runs down your arms and settles in your palms, oh-oh
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| Keep your eyeballs white and keep your needle clean
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| Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
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| Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
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| Her tits had dropped, her arse was getting spread
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| She lost some teeth, she nearly lost the thread
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| She did some smack with a Chinese chap, oh-oh-oh
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| An affair began with Charlie Chan, oh-oh
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| Well, that was just before she really lost her head, aow
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| Now she owns a showroom down the Mile End Road
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| And her outer garments are the latest mode
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| There’s a Siamese cat in the council flat, oh-oh
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| The finest grains for my lady’s veins, oh-oh
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| And when it gets out of order, she goes away for a bit
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| Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
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| Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
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| Plaistow Patricia, Plaistow Patricia
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| Ohh, go on, girl |