Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. I'd rather do a vindaloo: take away is what I want. I was down at the old bengal, having telephoned a treat When I saw her framed in the kitchen door. She looked good enough to eat. (and I mean eat.) She was a tall thin girl. She looked like a tall thin girl. She said, ''whose is this carry-out? '' My face turned chilli red. Well, I don't know about carrying out, But you can carry me off to bed. (and I mean bed.) She was a tall thin girl. She moved like a tall thin girl. Maybe I can fetch for it, And maybe I can stretch for it.
I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small But when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground. This girl was tall. (and I mean tall.)
Big boy doane, he's a drummer. don't play no tambourine But he's madras hot on the bongo trot, If you know just what I mean. Stands six foot three in his underwear Going to get him down here and see If this good lady's got a little sister 'bout the same size as me. She was a tall thin girl. She looked like a tall thin girl. Well, can I fetch for it? Well, maybe I can stretch for it? Well, am I up for it? or do I have to go down for it?
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