(Kirsty MacColl/Philip Rambow)
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Oh darling why d'you talk so fast
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Another evening just flew past tonight
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And now the daybreak's coming in
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And I can't win and it ain't right
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You tell me all you've done and seen
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And all the places you have been without me
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Well I don't really want to know
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But I'll stay quiet and then I'll go
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And you won't have no cause to think about me
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There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
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Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
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There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
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But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
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Oh darling you're so popular
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You were the best thing new in Hicksville
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With your mohair suits and foreign shoes
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Lou says you changed your pickup for a Seville
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And now I'm lying here alone
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'Cause you're out there on the phone to some star in New York
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I can hear you laughing now
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And I can't help feeling that somehow
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You don't mean anything you say at all
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There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
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Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
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There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
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But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
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There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
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Just like you swore to me that you'd be true
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There's a guy works down the chip shop swears he's Elvis
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But he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
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I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
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I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
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I said he's a liar and I'm not sure about you
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There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis
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| Kirsty MacColl |
