| Oh lord, I’m so bored
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| Living on my own
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| You’re devilish and dirty
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| They say your pushing thirty
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| Well, pushing thirty stone
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| Oh Christ, I’m enticed
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| I want you in my sack
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| You’re potty-mouthed and brassy
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| You’re anything but classy
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| I’ve just got to get you back
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| It’s been a while
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| Since I’ve seen that smile
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| But the old magic’s still there
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| And I love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| I just love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| Oh crumbs, I’m all thumbs
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| Lying here with you
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| You’re beautiful and busty
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| But I’m a little rusty
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| I’ve forgotten what to do
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| It’s been a while
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| Since I’ve made you smile
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| But the old magic’s still there
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| And I love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| I just love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| I love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| I really love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| I love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah
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| I really love what you’ve done with your hair, oh yeah |