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Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit You're so stupid Foetid brainwaves Little lady What really happens When you see mirrors You get the shivers Ah! Making love to The Mersey Tunnel With a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool? Please don't talk much It burns my ears Tonight you've talked for a thousand years Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Plastic's real when you're real sick Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Oh London Lady Why did you lay me? Your head is crowded With the names you've hounded The lines around your Eyes they show me You realize the party's over London Lady Party's over London Lady Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HUGH CORNWELL, DAVID GREENFIELD, BRIAN DUFFY, JEAN JACQUES BURNEL <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Big girl in the red dress
She's just trying to impress us And she's got the barley fever But she doesn't make a sound She's just hanging around She's just hanging around Down the court road early With the Hustlers big and burly There's a million of 'em selling And the buyers can be found They're just hanging around They're just hanging around [CHORUS:] Christ he told his mother Christ he told her not to bother Cos he's alright in the city Cos he's high above the ground He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around (hanging around) One of 'em comes over Got a monkey on his shoulder And the monkey's getting grinner But his eyes are on the ground He's just hanging around He's just hanging around I'm moving to a coleheme With the leather all around me And the sweat is getting steamy But their eyes are on the ground They're just hanging around They're just hanging around [CHORUS 2x] He's just hanging around (hanging around) He's just hanging around |
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