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| | | Artist: | Squeeze |
| | Album: | Argybargy | | Track: | Vicky Verky | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 110 | | | | Lyrics: | With her hair up in his fingers,
The fish and chips smell lingers.
Under amber street
lamps,
She hold the law in her hands.
The moistness of the damp night
Falls silent
through the lamp light.
Although she's only 14,
She really knows her
courting.
And up the railway sidings,
There's him and her. They're lying.
Hand
in hand, they whisper,
"You're my Mrs." "I'm your Mr."
The moon was white and
virgin,
And she was on the turning.
Remember your first nibble.
When best friends
were so little?
They really trooped the colours
When walking with each
other.
And all her mates would giggle,
As lady-like she'd wiggle.
All along the high
street,
They'd spalsh out on an ice cream.
He'd sometimes really treat her,
When he'd
done his mother's meter.
Well, he went off to Borstal.
He said that he was forced
to
Rob the flats of hi-fis,
Cause she was ill and she would cry.
Each morning, she
got sicker.
Her mother sometimes hit her.
If she'd have known the story,
She would
have been so sorry.
He received a letter and admitted it,
There was nothing else to
do but get rid of it.
Lonely in his dormitory, he'd sit and stare.
Was this for real? And
was it really fair?
Summer came, so they went
Down to the coast in his
tent.
She cooked upon his primer
And sampled local cider.
She told him in his
rucksack,
"I think I want that chance back
To be perhaps the one who
Will forever
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