ya know that i'll be waitin
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at the square just hanging round
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for two hours every saturday
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the nuns let her out town
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and i buy us cups of coffee
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and she tells me all the news
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she's got a part in this years opera
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and who's just shifted who
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(what is she?)
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she's a fourth year dead feek
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presentation boarder
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She was at the match on sunday
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when we beat the lads from sligo
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we could've won by more i know
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i wish i did'nt miss that peno
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she says that she can stay with friends
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saint patrick's weekend break
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so i brush me teeth now every night
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and i'm saving all my Mates
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she's the last year of her species
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be no boarders anymore
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the nuns say it is far too dear
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to keep the girls away from home
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ah! but who's gonna tease the boys now
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standing at the window in the light
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and who's gonna pack out novena
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every monday night
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