| There’s a hole in your heart and one between your legs
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| You’ve never had to wonder which one he’s going to fill in spite of what he said
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| You’ll never get away hey you’ll give it up one day come what may
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| Dad’s not got a shot-gun
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| But his look’s enough to murder you (see what you’ve done) and forget about the
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| paintings
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| Cause you’d better get the washing done (oh something’s wrong)
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| Little girl (with blue eyes)
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| There’s a hole in your heart and one between your legs
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| You’ve never had to wonder which one he’s going to fill in spite of what he said
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| You’ll never get away
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| Hey you’ll give it up one day come what may
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| Face down on the pavement, chalk lines round your little hands (hit and run)
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| And now a mother sits in silence in a darkness she can’t understand (where
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| you’ve gone)
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| Oh little girl (with blue eyes)
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| There’s a hole in your heart and one between your legs
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| You’ve never had to wonder which one he’s going to fill in spite of what he said
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| You’ll never get away
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| Hey you’ll give it up one day come what may |