And she felt in her pockets and Pulled out all... nananana That was inside A handful of Bits and bobs nanananana On the table Oh blimey! All shiny From suntan Some coins and A ballpoint Oh shiny
She was facing me and Walking backwards, and i Could see her eyes growing As round as saucers yes
Fresh as a rose On the day of The battle, or whatever that Poem is Truly sweet All shiny
She was facing me and Walking backwards, and i Could see her eyes growing As round as saucers
And she felt in her pockets and Pulled out all... nananana That was inside A handful of Bits and bobs nanananana On the table Oh blimey! All shiny From suntan Some coins and A ballpoint
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