She's built the wrong way round
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Turns a yeah into a nay
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Acts like a horse treat her worse
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Until your voice goes hoarse
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She'll turn your friends into sheriff
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And what's more she's built the wrong way round
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You never know which way she'll go
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You reach high when she's way down below
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Her feet smell her nose runs
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She can sniff an Indian at fifty guns
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She's so soft she makes it hard
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And what's more she's built the wrong way round
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Never wears a hat outside her face
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Shields the sun from her gaze
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Starts at the end in a maze - amazing!
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She's built the wrong way round
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Wakes you up puts you to sleep
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Closes her eyes just to take a peep
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Little Bo peep follows her sheep
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Wears a big woolen jersey
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Makes her flesh get up and creep
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She's built the wrong way round
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But it's the right way for me!
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Wrong Way Round
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| Hugh Cornwell |
