I been people watching again
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I think they watch me too
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There's a new girl at the coffee house
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She's got first day blues
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She's got red hair and a motorbike
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And lime green shoes
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A mohair hat and a summers dress
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And black tattoos
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And then she fly away
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In her high heel feet
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And her fire dress
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And she's throwing things
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That took her time to save it up
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And buy what's special
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Then she look around
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And sees what's left
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And it's nothing much
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Nothing precious at all
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Nothing precious at all
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Gonna drink herself to sleep tonight
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And that's nothing new
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She goes out almost nine every night
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And gets high as the moon
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She takes photographs of American cars
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Where she went to school
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She likes fireworks and candlelight
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And fake bad news
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And then she fly away
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In her high heel feet
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And her fire dress
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And she's throwing things
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That took her time to save it up
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And buy what's special
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Then she look around
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And sees what's left
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And it's nothing much
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Nothing precious at all
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Nothing precious at all
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Nothing precious at all
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Is she a loner or a mother's girl
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That's up to you
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She got fine lines round her tired eyes
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And they're painted blue
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She could sleep around with anyone
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If she wanted to
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Gotta go my time is up right now
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Got stuff to do
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Nothing Precious At All
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Stereophonics |