| Oh Philomena, you in a tawdry gown
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| Lean to your window, let slip a ribbon down
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| And cure to your boredom
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| If only you’d let me go down
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| Down, down
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| Long summer days can lead to lazy vices
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| Boys all in idle, left to their own devices
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| Open up your linen lap
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| And let me go down
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| Down, down
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| All that I wanted in the world
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| Was just to live to see a naked girl
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| But I found I quickly bored
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| I wanted more, I wanted more
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| So I’ll be your candle and I’ll be your statuette
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| And I’ll be your lashing loop of leatherette
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| Oh Philomena, if only you’d let me go down
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| Down, down
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| All that I wanted in the world
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| Was just to live to see a naked girl
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| But I found, I quickly bored
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| I wanted more, oh, so much more
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| So I’ll be your candle and I’ll be your statuette
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| And I’ll be your lashing loop of leatherette
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| Oh Philomena, if only you’d let me go down
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| Down, down
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| Go down, down down
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| Go down, go down |