| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl
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| I was blue and lonely, I couldn’t sleep a wink
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| And I could only get unconscious if I’d had to much to drink
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| There was somehow, something wrong somewhere
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| And each day seemed grey and dead
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| The seeds of desperation were growing in my head
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| I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life
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| Somewhere to place affection, but I didn’t want a wife
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| And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
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| An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen
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| «experience something different with our new imported toy
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| She’s loving, warm, inflatible and a guarantee of joy.»
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| She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shrivelled down
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| A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown
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| I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life
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| And later in a moment that girl became my wife
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| And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair
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| And when I’m feeling naughty I blow her up with air
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| She’s cuddly and she’s bouncy, she’s like a rubber ball
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| I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall
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| And now my life is different since sally came my way
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| I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray
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| She’s everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin
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| And I only have to worry in case my girl wears thin
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| Won’t you be my girl, won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl, won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl
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| Won’t you be my girl, won’t you be my girl
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| Won’t you be my, be my, be my girl |