| She sings along to every song
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| But always gets the lyrics wrong
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| She smiles and sticks out her tongue
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| Can’t believe it took so long
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| For me to even start to see
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| A little bit of her in me
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| And wonder if we’d ever been
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| If we’d have talked at 17
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| Would she respond to all my glances
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| Then ignore all my advances
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| Oh, I’ll take my chances
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| You look good in that skirt
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| You look good in them shoes
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| And in nothing at all
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| You look great in that too
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| And though you feel let down
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| When the world’s dealt shit, tonight
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| Let’s make the most of it
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| I shouted but she didn’t look back
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| I stood there in my anorak
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| To say that she was nice and that
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| An understatement it’s a fact
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| Stood there staring at my shoes
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| The choice just wasn’t mine to choose
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| A tenner on, I bet I’d lose
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| And those the worst words she could use
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| Will she respond to all my glances
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| Then ignore all my advances
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| Oh, I’ll take my chances
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| You look good in that skirt
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| You look good in them shoes
|
| And in nothing at all
|
| You look great in that too
|
| And though you feel let down
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| When the world’s dealt shit, tonight
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| Let’s make the most of it
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| Let’s make the most of it
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| Let’s make the most of it
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| Let’s make the most of it
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| Let’s make the most of it
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| You look good in that skirt
|
| You look good in them shoes
|
| And in nothing at all
|
| You look great in that too
|
| You look good in that skirt
|
| You look good in them shoes
|
| And in nothing at all
|
| You look great in that too
|
| You look good in that skirt
|
| You look good in them shoes
|
| Let’s make the most of it
|
| You look good in that skirt
|
| You look good in them shoes
|
| Let’s make the most of it |