She was a paragon of soft scented chinois curls
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She stood with nothing on
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As we watched my flag unfurl
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We fell in love so fast
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That it spun my head around
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Her coffee tawny skin
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Sent my blood pressure up and down
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Castilian blue
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Castilian blue
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I never ever thought
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I'd be so taken by a girl like you
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Lavender scented pillows
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Gave a smell to her room
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That when I smell it now
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Sends my heart into a sad mood
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Black men and her commitments
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She had a problem with
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And the mention of her father
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Would cause her to get very miffed at me
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Castilian blue
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Castilian blue
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I never ever thought
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I'd be so taken by a girl like you
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Bon bons and fishnet stockings
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Used to settle any score
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Till one day I felt the breeze awake me
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Coming in through an open door
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Recurring dreams
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I see her in Mirabella Magazine
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Multi-coloured babies
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Running round behind her knee
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She's long, long, gone
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Castilian blue
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Castilian blue
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I never ever thought
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I'd be so taken by a girl like you
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Castilian Blue
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
