| Wait around, I’ll be walking quite a while
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| Don’t be late
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| Hard to take, Vicar twists and gets away
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| His lipstick’s running, his dress is stunning
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| He’s got high heels on
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| And his flock don’t care now
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| Mavis what will he wear
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| In the path of righteous man
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| There is rubble where I stand
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| I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
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| Until the end of the month
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| Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared away
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| From your face
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| Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case
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| His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon
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| He’s got high heels on
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| And his flock don’t care now
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| Mavis what will he wear
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| In the path of righteous man
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| There is rubble where I stand
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| I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
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| Until the end of the month
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| And if u should see me passing by
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| Do not disturb me as I fly
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| Though I am walking here
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| This is where I’ll be
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| In the path of righteous man
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| There is rubble where I stand
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| I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
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| Until the end of the month
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| In the path of righteous man
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| There is rubble where I stand
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| I’ll be the one, you can kiss his vase
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| Until the end of the month
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| Until the end of the month
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| Until the end of the month
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| Oh yeah yeah |