Cute hoors on every corner
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They're putting out, putting out
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And there's many a kerb crawler
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A boy racer
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Fine young men with their spoilers spoiled
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Hail fella, well met
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Makin' V's like Nixon
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A comb over and sweat
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Cute hoors in the corridors of power
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Throwin' shapes, atin' grapes
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The wink and elbow language of delight
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Has been seduced by the dark side
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We are the babies that they kissed
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And ours is the flesh that they pressed
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Yea they're good for a reacharound
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Always good for a reacharound
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Oh they're good for a reacharound
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Always good for a reacharound
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Cute hoors on every corner
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They're putting out, putting out
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As with most things here
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It's hard to pin down
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It sticks to your clothes, it's airborne
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It's been long celebrated
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As something to make us proud
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All this movin' and shakin'
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Envelopes so brown
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Yea they're good for a reacharound
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Always good for a reacharound
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Oh they're good for a reacharound
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Reacharound
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| Bell X1 |
