| Did you like it when he talked to you today,
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| When he put you on the carousel that way, mm mm mm
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| Did you like that?
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| I’d rather not say.
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| You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan,
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| You were quieter and deeper than a well
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| An' ye never tell me nuthin'!
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| There’s nuthin' that I keer to choose to tell.
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| You been acting most peculiar,
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| Every morning you’re awake ahead of me,
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| Always settin' by the winder.
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| I like to watch the river meet the sea.
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| When we work in the mill, weavin' at the loom
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| You gaze absent-minded at the roof
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| And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads,
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| 'Till you can’t tell the warp from the woof.
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| 'Taint so.
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| You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan,
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| You won’t ever tell a body what you think.
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| You’re as tight-lipped as an oyster,
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| And as silent as an old Sahara spink! |