On our block all of the guys call her flamingo
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Cause her hair glows like the sun
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And her eyes can light the sky
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When she walks she moves so fine like a flamingo
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Crimson dress that clings so tight
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She's out of reach and out of sight
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When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
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Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
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If she just would
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Some sweet day I'll make her mine pretty flamingo
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Then every guy will envy me
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Cause paradise is where I'll be
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Pretty flamingo pretty flamingo
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When she walks by she brightens up the neighborhood
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Oh every guy would make her his if he just could
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If she just would
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Pretty Flamingo
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| Manfred Mann |
