| I kissed a girl in Burma, in a town they called Rangoon
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| Her lips were hot as curry in the heat of the afternoon
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| Her kisses were so spicy I thought my lips would fry
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| But I never knew what kissing was till I kissed Lorelei
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| Loerelei, Lorelei, Lorelei
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| I kissed a girl in Africa, I only had a hope (?)
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| And every time I kissed her my ears would turn to soap
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| She kissed me oceans deeply and she kissed me mountains high
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| But I never knew what kissing was till I kissed Lorelei
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| Loerelei, Lorelei, Lorelei
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| I kissed a girl in London town, right underneath Big Ben
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| And as our lips were touching the clock was striking ten
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| She kissed me there in April and it lasted till July
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| But I never knew what kissing was till I kissed Lorelei
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| Loerelei, Lorelei, Lorelei
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| I kissed a girl in the Holy Land in the Sea of Galilee
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| She fed me dates and olives underneath a lemon tree
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| She kissed me till my sunburnt lips were parched and dry
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| But I never knew what kissing was till I kissed Lorelei
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| Loerelei, Lorelei, Lorelei
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| You think that I’m just lying and you think she don’t exist
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| But if she kissed you boy you’d know that you’d been kissed
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| For kissing is her speciality, her one and only dish
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| For Lorelei’s a mermaid, half a woman, half a fish
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| Lorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei |