| There’s a girl in the village called Sally
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| And her beauty is truly divine
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| But Sally, alas, has a husband
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| So Sally will never be mine
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| But one night when her husband was sleeping
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| She invited me out for some fun
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| I still dream of that one night with Sally:
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| She’s the only girl I’ve ever done
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| When I dream of that one night with Sally
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| As I’m here watching over my flock
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| These feelings start building inside me
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| I don’t know what to do with my smock
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| Now my master’s at rest
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| And the stars have come out
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| I think some of you have guessed
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| What this song is about:
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| I wonder what it feels like to kiss a sheep?
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| I’d sit beside a young one in the mud
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| Would she lead my tongue inside her mouth like Sally did?
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| Or pull it down her throat and chew the cud?
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| Would she nibble at my ears at all, and pin me up against the wall
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| And book us in a very cheap hotel?
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| I wonder what it feels like to kiss a sheep?
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| But I mustn’t lie with beast, I’ll go to hell
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| I wonder what it feels like to touch a sheep?
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| Would she slip a hoof inside my underwear?
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| Would she tell me what feels good for her like Sally did
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| Or look upon me blankly and go «maaaah»?
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| Could I fit all my hand inside, and would I leave her satisfied?
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| Do sheep prefer a little more vibration?
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| I wonder what it feels like to touch a sheep?
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| But to lie with beast, it is abomination
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| I wonder what it feels like to lick a sheep?
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| Do you think that I could find her magic button?
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| I imagine she would smell like pecorino cheese
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| Or maybe she would taste a bit like mutton
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| And if my sheep is like her breed, by following where others lead
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| Perhaps she’d find the time to lick me too
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| I wonder what it feels like to lick a sheep
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| And will it make her love me if I do?
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| I wonder what it feels like to love a sheep?
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| I bet it’s bloody quick and feels amazing
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| Then I’d turn away and count her friends and fall asleep
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| It wouldn’t even interrupt her grazing
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| I’ll call myself an oviphile. | 
| Of course we’ll do it sheepy style
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| My cries of joy will echo through the valley
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| I’ll discover what it feels like to love a sheep
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| And as I give my milk, I’ll shout out:
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| Sally! |