| I just come down, from a northern town
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| Another clown on the street
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| In Soho Square, pretty darlin’s everywhere
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| Dressed to kill from their heads to their feet
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| Smiling faces, going places
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| Some are already there
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| Me, I’ve never known
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| What’s going on, in Soho Square
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| Pardon me, but can I stare at you
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| You look just about good enough to eat
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| I’m so hungry, it’s so sad to be lonely
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| Had nothing past my lips in a week
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| No don’t say a word, just pretend you haven’t heard
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| I’ll go back to the crowd on the road
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| With my hands in my pants, I’ll do a little dance
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| Try not to let my head explode
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| Pardon me, but can I stare at you
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| You look just about good enough to eat
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| I’m so hungry, it’s so sad to be lonely
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| Had nothing past my lips in a week
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| I just come down, from a northern town
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| Another clown on the street
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| In Soho Square, pretty darlin’s everywhere
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| Dressed to kill from their heads to their feet |