Always tidy nice and neat
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Always tidy nice and neat
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I like being white as a white sheet,
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Keeping pale can be quite a feat,
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Walk in a line 'til i am beat,
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Whens it time to wear a watch
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Should i be wary of just cotting?
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Cos in the end its still a botch,
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My father just drinks scotch
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Enter into debt
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As your appetite gets whet,
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Endeavour to sweat it out,
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Bet then bet then double down,
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Walls of stony clad that recall such lonley madness,
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Never been a call or phone you lad,
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Next in line for a phoney fad,
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Always tidy nice and neat
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I like being white as a white sheet,
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Keeping pale can be quite a feat,
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Walk in a line 'til i am beat,
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Let's see what we find
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Looking for any time
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Look i try to keep things tidy but im feeling all the same,
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Keep my natter in the fray but its leaky chat that stains,
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Inky problems causing trouble boris becker and for mug,
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Got me feeling like a lump
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So im sitting here all grump,
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Towing lines all day,
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Just leads to bicep decay,
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All work and no play makes ghost a dull dog,
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Yeah i tend to talk a lot
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And my actions are squeaky,
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Not as quiet as a mouse,
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Hush pupping in my heedy,
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Gobble box in the bling so im sitting on the sink,
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Trying to clean up my glasses
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Trying to clean up my think,
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But my tongue keeps dipping and slipping on the sea
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And the fish start nipping and dragging me beneath
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Im in armour
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Would just take my arm,
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Its a bizzare and crazy farm,
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Beautiful days lazy calm
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But lazy calm can maybe harm,
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You smoke a pack 'til the pack is black,
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Choke 'til your lungs are a hacking black
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Invoking memories of chimney stacks,
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Coal anda little bits of slack, make the curtain twitch and peek,
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Take a certain pitch in cheek,
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Play the innocent little geek,
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Listen to peaceful clicks and squeaks.
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Always tidy nice and neat
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Tidy Nice And Neat
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| The Streets |
