Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name lisa
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she no have no boyfriend
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she live up the fridge freezer
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triple chin or facial hair,
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she favour geezer
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although she friend recommend certain cream and tease her
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she favourite tipple is bacardi breezer
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claim she 31 but no-one believe her
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love randomer restaurant with she friend anita
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you should meet her, anita, another big eater
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slipped disc for the waiter then theres always a feature
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when they run go carrying food for them two creature
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one night she come so much rice she nearly have a seizure
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fall off she chair, licked she hair and catch amnesia
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wake up in a&e and bellows she want pizza (give me food ya)
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doctors quickly sign paper and release her (one time...)
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cough, 'nough police to police her
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fatty boo you better pray no-one sees ya (this time)
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be careful of the things that you do
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say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
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this is my chance to shout it in other avenue
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say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you
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i said a long time no you start warm is a ripple
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every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble
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watch you're little head fatty boo
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and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
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nicknamed fatty boo but we call her mel life
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changed forever when she discovered chanel
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now she, has a mind to buy designer apparel
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she no, favour gazelle, but she bounced like hell
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whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion channel (17...breezer...chhhooomm)
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and one like tinkerbell
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fatty, big like two church bell in parallel
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cats walk and mel never match up too well
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but fatty was saucy, couldnt be told
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she loved margo with her big nick, drifling the cold
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she even bolder than the skinny girls, shoulderless (they're mine!)
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and admired everywhere from her openness
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microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2!
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be careful of the things that you do
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say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
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this is my chance to shout it in other avenue
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say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you
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yeh I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple
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every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble
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watch you're little head fatty boo
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and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
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be careful of the things that you do
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say now you've got plenty but the plenty could be few, be few, be few, be few...etc
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yeh, I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple, ripple, ripple, ripple...etc
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wath you're little head fatty boo
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and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
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be careful of the things that you do
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say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
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this is my chance to shout it in other avenue
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say dont you be a sinner, dont you keep all for you
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yeh I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple
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every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble
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watch you're little head fatty boo
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and give the dog a bone that could never be for you
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finally fatty boo you stood with me in '73
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saturday night playing the music at my fathers party
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6 records on the changer often with dan settee
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still your gram 6 years old and im the man
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steady with calypso to start then play reggae
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one thousand bolts of holts (huh) for everybody
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in the days when r&b meant
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arthur conrey, otis reading, booker t and the mg's
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every, lickle piece of attention as we tried to squeeze from the father
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his friends and the family
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sometime deliberately tease with the tune that wont please
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and the whole room reaction set my young heart at ease
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i used to be black suits and shirts with skinny ties
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and they was wise and funny and, funny and wise
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staying up late and playing the music with grown ups was my prize
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the lickle fat kid with sparkling eyes.
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Fatty Boo
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Faithless |