| Hang the washing on the line, Norma
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| Take the rubbish to the street’s corner
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| She’s an automatic kind of girl
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| Paint the walls in my room for me
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| Use the colours that you choose carefully
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| It’s so good to have you there with me
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| But don’t talk too much, don’t say a thing
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| Don’t answer the telephone if it rings
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| And we’re trying not to let them in
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| But the door’s hinges always tend to swing
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| Throw the sheets up on my bed, Norma
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| And make me think with my good head, could ya?
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| What would we all do with someone like you?
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| But don’t talk too much, don’t say a thing
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| Don’t answer the telephone if it rings
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| And we’re trying not to let them in
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| But the door’s hinges always tend to swing
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| And we’re trying not to let them in
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| But the door’s hinges always tend to swing
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| And we’re trying not to let them in
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| But the door’s hinges always tend to swing
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| It’s good to have met you, hope to see you next time
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| (Like to see you Sunday morning)
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| It’s good to have met you, don’t forget the red wine
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| It’s good to have met you, hope to see you next time |
| (Like to see you Sunday morning)
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| It’s good to have met you, don’t forget the red wine
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| It’s good to have met you, hope to see you next time
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| (Like to see you Sunday morning) |