| She’s even redder than that
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| She likes to torture the cat
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| Who keeps returning for more
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| They’ll be lining up at her door
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| Which is pillar box red paint
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| When she looks your way you feel faint
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| And the color gone to your cheeks
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| Won’t drain away for weeks
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| You know the girl is volcano
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| You’d better pray she don’t say no
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| To whatever your proposing
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| You know the girl is volcano
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| You’d better hope she don’t play though
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| She’s even redder than that
|
| She likes to torture the cat
|
| Who keeps returning for more
|
| They’ll be lining up at her door
|
| Which is pillar box red paint
|
| When she looks your way you feel faint
|
| And the color gone to your cheeks
|
| Won’t drain away for weeks
|
| And she’s even redder than that
|
| In her corduroy and her hat
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| Once upon a little time
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| I dreamed of making her mine
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| You know the girl is volcano
|
| You’d better pray she don’t say no
|
| To whatever your proposing
|
| You know the girl is volcano
|
| You’d better hope she don’t play though |