| friend of mine in a bar,
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| hadn’t been chatted up for years,
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| got this bloke droning on and on,
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| boring my poor friend to tears,
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| she looks him dead straight in the eye,
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| thinks to herself, 'ooh what a guy,'
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| but he goes on and on and on and on,
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| been polite for far too long,
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| so, she said,
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| she said,
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| she said…
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| Take your cigarettes
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| take your jokes,
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| I’ll find someone else who smokes
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| or high
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| or makes me laugh — a ha ha ha!
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| So, here she is, all alone again,
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| hasn’t had nothing but strife,
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| every guy she seems to meet
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| is either homogenized or man and wife,
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| mmm, not gunna settle for any low life,
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| 'cause she strives herself more than her appetite,
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| so she strives on and on and on and on,
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| loser still coming on so strong
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| she said,
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| she said,
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| she said…
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| Take your cigarettes
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| take your jokes,
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| I’ll find someone else who smokes
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| or high
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| or makes me laugh — a ha ha ha!
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| Oh!
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| she goes to the bar to sit and ponder about what’s going wrong and why
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| getting too fussy she begins to wonder cries a tear a little too high
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| but all she wants is somebody to like
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| a smoke or a drink or the love of her life
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| but her frustrations just go on and on,
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| hasn’t been satisfied for so long,
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| she said,
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| she said,
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| she said…
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| Take your cigarettes
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| take your jokes,
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| I’ll find someone else who smokes
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| or high
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| or makes me laugh — a ha ha ha!
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| Oh!
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| Take your cigarettes
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| take your jokes,
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| I’ll find someone else who smokes
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| or high
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| or makes me laugh — a ha ha! |