(Darrell Bath)
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(Transcribed by Colin Ford)
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A thousand pin-up girls to Stepney to Bombay
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Take me to fancy restaurants to be amongst the (?)
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And all the blue-eyed gals of 6 foot 3
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Are gonna leave you broken down on your knees
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Cause in the golden locks and fluttering lashes
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You say, "I told you", all day long
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Never (never) trust a blonde
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Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde
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Just when you thought it was safe to get it on
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Watch out for their teeth boys you never trust a blonde
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I been dreaming of clinches
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(?) flinches
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The start of Hollywood (?)
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Too many girls and ham-fisted moves and blaming it on the wine
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Now your best bet's, succour(?), love and caress
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Make it quick boys cause I ain't got long
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Never turn your back on the girl in black
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You never trust a blonde
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Never (never) trust a blonde
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Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde
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Forget all that stuff about ad-men, like my own father
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My daddy said, "Rocky, don't even trust your mom"!
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They all queue in line, they wanna see me hung, drawn and quartered
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Sure not on a moon shine, a recipe that leaves me (?)
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Stormy weather, the smell and a lousy hotel
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One line from a fair blues song
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I'm telling you mate, I'll get slayed
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You cannot trust a blonde
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Never (never) trust a blonde
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Yeah, never (never) trust a blonde
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You think you can hide behind peroxide, then you got it wrong, so wrong
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Watch out for their teeth boys, never trust a blonde
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Here comes another, never trust a blonde
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She could be a mother, never trust a blonde
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England and China, never trust a blonde
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She played me a blinder, never trust a blonde
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Never, ever Russian, never trust a blonde
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Expect a bum's rushian(?), never trust a blonde
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Explode with good luck, never trust a blonde
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Squeeze in another, never trust a blonde
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Never Trust A Blonde
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| Ian Hunter |
