(Ian Hunter/Overend Watts)
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Momma's little jewel, just left school.
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Fresh from the nuns who made you.
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I don't know why, but I'm gonna try to re-incelibate you.
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True when I hold you near, and I
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Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm
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Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I
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Come in the noonday sun.
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Momma's little jewel you got the rules
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But I'll be the one to educate you
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Take what's mine, take a little time
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But don't bite the hand that makes you
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Laugh in the evening when I
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Catch you in the (?)
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Wearing Black Scorpio eyes, when I
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Come in the morning sun
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What you want I can't buy
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Why don't you try it my way
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What you look for ain't in the book
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And I'm gonna show you someday
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You won't rise, you won't shine
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You won't bleed if you try, boys
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You got brains if your luck changes
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You'll have to play with my toys
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True when I hold you near, and I
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Come even when I'm on the run, and I'm
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Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I
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Come in the noonday sun, and I
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Laugh in the evening when I
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Catch you in the (?)
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Wearing Black Scorpio faces, when I
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Come in the morning sun
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Momma's, Momma's little Jewel
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Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew
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Momma's, Momma's little Jewel
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Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew
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Momma's, Momma's little Jewel
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Momma's, Momma's little jew-ew-ew-ew-ew
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Black Scorpio
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| Mott the Hoople |
