| Ya know that i’ll be waitin
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| At the square just hanging round
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| For two hours every saturday
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| The nuns let her out town
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| And i buy us cups of coffee
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| And she tells me all the news
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| She’s got a part in this years opera
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| And who’s just shifted who
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| (what is she?)
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| She’s a fourth year dead feek
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| Presentation boarder
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| Was she at the match on sunday
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| When we bet the lads from sligo
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| We could’ve won by more i know
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| I wish i did’nt miss that peno
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| She says that she can stay with friends
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| Saint patrick’s weekend break
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| So i brush me teeth now every night
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| And i’m saving all my makes
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| She’s the last of her species
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| Be no boarders anymore
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| The nuns say it is far too dear
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| To keep the girls away from home
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| Ah! |
| but who’s gonna tease the boys now
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| Standing at the window in the light
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| And who’s gonna pack out novena
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| Every monday night
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| Copyright: L. Moran/D.Carton |