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I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in a flights of fancy
Met two fellas over gin and mixers
They talked for a while he soon got the picture
One was a souped up Soho mincer
The other was a pikey with a knowledge for scriptures
Then the conversation turned evil Talked, talked and talked about people Why did you do it to so many people ?
Stumble left out of the boozer ... (?) ... another life (?) With a half kind of smile and you're looking alright (?)
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Is she m0re beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?
Is she m0re beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she m0re beautiful than me?
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Un peu Moins d'une semaine - le verdict -
+ Londres nous voilà...

