Come on, get up, get dressed,
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The world is spinning,
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Full of kindly beings.
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The one you love will love you back,
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And no-one's spoiling anything.
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Oh, everything's just right,
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It makes you want to fill your lungs and sing.
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And ooh,
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You silly pretty little thing.
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Come on, get up, get dressed,
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Another perfect day of spring is here.
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Hurry up, get up, come on,
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A soft wind's idly pushing past my ears.
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And water, clouds and lambs
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Are tumbling over through the bursting fields.
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See, ooh,
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You silly pretty little thing.
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Last night the moon got drunk
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And dropped his clothes down on the empty streets.
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He sang a moonsong, dancing
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'Cross the stars before he had to go to sleep.
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And back down here the lovers
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Gazed and found they couldn¡¯t even speak.
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And ooh,
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You silly pretty little thing.
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Oh, I know there¡¯s some out there who¡¯ll always say
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Were simply being naive.
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So today¡¯s the day we¡¯re going to come out
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And declare our victory.
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Just you and me and...
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Silly pretty little thing
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You silly pretty little thing now...
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Come on, come on, come on
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Come on, come on, come on
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Hey, you pretty thing,
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You pretty thing.
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Ooh yeah,
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You silly silly pretty thing...
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Silly Pretty Thing
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| Bob Geldof |
