She fixed me in the corner with that beutiful brown eye.
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She said I'd like to meet you I was so suprised.
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Well, what can I do for you. What can you do for me.
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We made for the exit had to wait and see.
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I hope I'm not wasting your precious time.
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I no your not wasting mine.
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We came together over coffee with milk.
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She never stopped till every drop was spilled.
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She was a zulu lulu.
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Broke my back and my heart at the same time.
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It was nice.
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Just a zulu lulu.
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I had to move on when I came back she'd gone.
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She dropped to her knees. I guess she had religion.
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She lived with her mother. Had been a good girl twice.
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When I asked her to comment on her present position.
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She said she'd like to take a late preachers advise.
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I ain't looking for sympothy.
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But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice.
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She said I don't like to preach to the converted.
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I said you could be a good girl more than twice.
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Like this.
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I ain't looking for sympothy.
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But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice.
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She looked me up and down and said Assiagod for me.
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I began to see god. She said, wait and see babe.
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Wait. Wait. Im coming.
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Zulu Lulu
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| Bruce Dickinson |
