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There was a lady in a window
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In the room across the way
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From the hotel I was staying in
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While on my holiday
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I couldn't help but see everything
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'Cause I was peeping I confess
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Still after dinner every night
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She had the strangest guest
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She'd retire to her favorite chair
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And sit there with a dog
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Fill the crystal glasses
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While the fire danced on the log
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I watched them drink their bubbly brew
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Until the fire grew dim
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Then I stuck my head out the window
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And said why not me instead of him
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Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
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And I ain't one to complain
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What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
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So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
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'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
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Would have to be good to me
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Fourteen days and fourteen nights
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Not one word did I hear
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Her with her silk and champagne
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Over to me in my shorts with a beer
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She just left the curtains wide
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And I knew she knew I could see
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Her and the pug-nosed mutt
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Guzzling wine and teasing me
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Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
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And I ain't one to complain
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What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
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So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
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'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
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Would have to be good to me
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So I made a bolder move
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I went over and rang her bell
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I heard growling from inside
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And I got scared as hell
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Then the bulldog staggered out the door
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And he said, how do yo do
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But the lady bit me on the leg
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And I said r-rouf, I love you too
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Oh your bulldog drinks champagne
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And I ain't one to complain
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What a perfect waste of wine it seems to be
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So honey, tell ol' rover that the big dog's coming over
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'Cause any woman that would get a bulldog drunk
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Would have to be good to me
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Your Bulldog Drinks Champagne
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| Jim Stafford |
