(Ian McLagan, Ronnie Lane)
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My mum she likes you, she thinks your swell,
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Got the makin's of a dance hall girl.
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Your low-cut frock and your bird's nest hair,
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Stiletto heels and the way that you swear.
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She says to take you back to see my folks again on Sunday
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Why, it looks as though theres nobody in,
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They've all gone out to see my Auntie Renee.
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Don't you worry, you just come right in,
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I'm sure we'll pass the time til they come home.
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Well, let me take your coat, kick off your shoes,
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Warm your toes, try the sofa.
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Its getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus
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It's only eight?
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Well, I'm not takin' any chances.
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Whats that noise? Why'd they come back so soon?
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Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess.
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I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain.
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Oh, your so rude.
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You're So Rude
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