I've sailed the seas, a hard sea dog to please.
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Tattooed on my chest, is the girl I love best.
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Back in 1954, on leave in old Singapore
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I was soaking in gin, when Miss Foxy walked in.
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She's my Singapore silk torpedo,
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Wearing high satin non stick lip glow,
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I fell a victim to this female hipno,
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She's my Singapore silk torpedo.
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She drives a Mercedes, she's queen of the ladies,
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My China seas sweetheart, she tears me apart.
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She's my Singapore silk torpedo.
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You speak of love to her, a smile cracks her face,
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She doesn't believe in rules, to her it's just a race.
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She's seen both black and white,
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You shouldn't go out tonight
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Unless you me in to play it mean.
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She's like a spike in the head,
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I'd be better off dead,
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Just can't shake her loose.
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Now I'm hooked on this juice
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We'll build a house on the cliff,
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A small navy our gift,
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Passing ships in the night,
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Anchored safe we're alright.
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She's my Singapore silk torpedo.
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SINGAPORE SILK TORPEDO
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