I want a girl to make a mess
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To do no wrong she must confess
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And then perhaps hitch up her dress
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'Cos when the flashbulbs explode
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She's such a sensitive soul...
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I want a girl who is helpless and frail
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Who won't pull on my ponytail
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I want a girl who has no past
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She's made up now
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But that won't last
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'Cos when she sits on my knee
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And then she whispers to me
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"Can't you see
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I could be
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I could be
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Your spooky girlfriend..."
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The broken toys are all scattered in the attic
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Newspapers play with the words of the fanatic
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While the greeting cards are your most poetic lyric
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And the flat champagne is sweet sugar syrup
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I want to paint you with glitter and with dirt
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Picture you with innocence and hurt
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The shutter closes
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Exposes the shot
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She says, "Are you looking up my skirt?"
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When you say "No"
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She says "Why not?"
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I want a girl to turn my screw
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To wind my watch, to buckle my shoe
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And if she won't her mother will do
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But when she does as she's told
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We'll all turn platinum and gold
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But when she sits on my knee
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I hear her whispers to me
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"Can't you see?"
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"I could be your spooky girlfriend"
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Spooky Girlfriend
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| Elvis Costello |
