My girl friday she no square
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She like lotus blossom in her hair
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Be-bop records and something new
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Sometimes borrowed but she´s never blue
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Oh no... not tokyo joe
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Way past midnight - she not home
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She cut the ice down the danger zone
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Water-tight dresses - she don´t care
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A trifle risqu, a tart, no sir...
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Oh no... sounds like tokyo joe
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Geisha girl show you she adore you
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Two oriental eyes implore you
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Femme fatale or ingenue?
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She very cunning, fiendish clever
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Geisha girl suffer many times a fool
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Sayonara moon
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When all the world´s a stage, oh where are you?
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Tokyo rose on the radio
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Or diz ´n bird puttin´ on the moan
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Tappin´ out telexes to tupelo
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Dear john, doh ray me fah so?
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Let´s go... call for tokyo joe
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Walkin´ tall down the danger zone
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She hokey-cokey till the cows come home
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Big shot - from the hip - neon cool
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Say, when you´ve been around, what´s left to do?
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Don´t know? ask tokyo joe
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So inscrutable her reply
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Ask no question and tell me no lie
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Gi boys howlin´ out for more
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Vip´s purrin´ je t´adore...
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Ah so... that´s tokyo joe
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Tokyo Joe
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| Bananarama |
