Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.
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I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want.
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I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat
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when I saw her framed in the kitchen door.
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She looked good enough to eat.
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(And I mean eat.)
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She was a tall thin girl.
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She looked like a tall thin girl.
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She said, ``Whose is this carry-out?''
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My face turned chilli red.
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Well, I don't know about carrying out,
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but you can carry me off to bed.
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(And I mean bed.)
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She was a tall thin girl.
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She moved like a tall thin girl.
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Maybe I can fetch for it,
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and maybe I can stretch for it.
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I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small
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but when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground.
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This girl was tall.
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(And I mean tall.)
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Big boy Doane, he's a drummer. Don't play no tambourine
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but he's Madras hot on the bongo trot,
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if you know just what I mean.
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Stands six foot three in his underwear;
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going to get him down here and see
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if this good lady's got a little sister `bout the same size as me.
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She was a tall thin girl.
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She looked like a tall thin girl.
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Well, can I fetch for it?
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Well, maybe I can stretch for it?
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Well, am I up for it? Or do I have to go down for it?
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Like A Tall Thin Girl
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Jethro Tull |