There? so many beautiful girls in here tonight,
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I can hardly stand it.
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Where do they go during the day?
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Who the hell do they go home with at the end of the night?
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I don? understand it.
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They never go home with me.
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You dance as if you?e hours away from death,
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You?e wearing too much make-up and showing too much flesh,
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And you smile a smile to take away my breath,
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Because tonight, and only tonight, you know you?e the best.
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The ladies of London town
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Go flowing through these streets like water
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Running little streams down to the river.
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They wash the dirty ground, they sweep me off my feet,
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But like an English summer, they?l soon be gone forever.
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I?e seen you trawling Camden at 4am,
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Outside of the clubnight,
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Deciding whose house will hold a free-for-all.
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I?e followed you back to mansions and I?e met all your friends
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Under the streetlights
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But I can never recall what you?e called.
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You dance, you sweat,
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Your glance is met,
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And you hold my gaze a bit,
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And pretend you never did,
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And I? left standing on my own.
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The ladies of London town throw one last glance over their shoulders,
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Blow a kiss, and then they?e gone forever.
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The Ladies Of London Town
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| Frank Turner |
