You¡¯re wearing grey today, you¡¯re from Berlin
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I¡¯d say
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You¡¯re a model
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Can i be blue for you, like I¡¯m fashion too ?
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(See me wobble)
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We¡¯ll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels
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Hit the throttle
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We¡¯ll do the rhumba too and say the life we
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knew
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Was so gay
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Ah, teach me to rock, I¡¯m getting caught in a
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pocket
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Of Saki
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We can go to hop and do the Suburban Bop
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Cool and sharply
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Queue for the cops, you got no reason to not
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Be Malaki
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Your Gossamer and Fluff are gonna be enough
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For today
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We¡¯ll dig the sand and sea down in Alicante
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On the borders
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We¡¯ll dig the hustle-around and hear the Virgin
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sound
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Of your daughters
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American Bordeaux, we¡¯ll hit a rhytm slow,
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Oh ! the tortures !!
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But what Ruthy said must have gone to your
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head like
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They say
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WHAT RUTHY SAID
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Steve Harley |