Rita spits out her laurel leaf
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and grabs a piece of my pie
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she's gonna lead me up the mountain path
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as the crows fly
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Claudette's pretty quick off the mark
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like a polaris missile in heat
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she smiles at a hundred miles an hour
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and rushes you off your feet
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There's all these friends of mine
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they've got me suffering
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they don't take a line
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they keep me pissing adrenalin
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Ratty is nearly unique
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looks like a Pre-Raphaelite barb freak
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wears dangerous jewellery
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got a cast iron personality
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Sandie wears an awful lot of silk
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says she's a friend of Mr Acker Bilk
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she's going out of my mind
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wants to live on milk
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There's all these friends of mine ...
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I was musing on the pool outdoors
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about foreign matters and fancy affairs
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Betty trimmed my nails with pliers
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while eating avocado pears
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Norman's sobbing cos his make-up's
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running away with itself
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he's heading for an early grave
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scared to death about the state of his health
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There's all these friends of mine ...
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Friends Of Mine
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| The Buzzcocks |
