Pretty Polly what have you done to your hair
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Keeping it in rollers won't get it nowhere
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Neither will it turn you into what
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Your mother prescribed when your father forgot
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Don't you think the boys could be looking at you
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After all you've got what it takes for them too
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Plus a little extra which I feel sure
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Will knock every knocker of Diana's door
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It isn't funny I know
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But what's the point me hanging around
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When all I get from seeing you
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Is browned off, browned off, browned
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[Solo]
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Pretty Polly don't be so anxious to smile
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We don't want the male population run wild
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All we ask is will one sweet young man
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Be anxious enough to take you off my hands
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Pretty Polly
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| Gilbert O'Sullivan |
