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My girl is really sensible
Except in love where she's a dill
I say that she's a mental cripple
But that's only when I'm mad or pickled
Hold on I treated her so bad
Hold on hold on
Where's her measure of pleasure
She should just go out
Jump and twist and shout
But love makes her much too tender
A neandertholic haze
Urging me to misbehave
Hold on I treated her so bad
Hold on hold on
Where's her measure of pleasure
She should just go out
Jump and twist and shout
But love makes her much too tender
Hold on hold on
Hold on hold on
She should just go out
Jump and twist and shout
But love makes her much too tender
But love makes her much too tender
Hold on hold on
Hold on hold on
Hold on hold on
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