Well, it's a dopey mopey. Doop-de-boop civilian time. It's all mine and it's a dopey mopey. . Doop-de-boop civilian time. It's all mine, crinkum crankum.
Pussycat's going to London. Looking for love and for fame. I wish somebody had told her. City folks ain't the same. . Pussycat carries a postcard. Won't the big city be nice.
Uno, dos, tres, quatros........arriba!. . I've seen you walking down the street. What's that big dog by your feet. Whatever it is, it could do with a beating.
What do you wear in bed?. Some headphones on my head. What do you like to hold?. My breath, she said. (He's a Playboy). . Hi there, haven't I seen you somewhere before?.
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Hey, you got a face like a Labrador. I don't mind, that's what I'm here for. The angel Gabriel sent me. To give you a little bit of sympathy. . I'm gonna take you down to Harley Street.
All I thought I wanted was a front door. All I thought I wanted was a place in the country. Now I realize I wanted so much more. Some I love but you I adore.
Down in Piccadilly. Down in West One. They dress like Laurence Harvey. The immaculate son. . She looks good and lovely. A sight for all to see. With a voice you could get lost in.
You're so physical. Eat your heart out, 'Do It'. You can't "do it" - CAN YA!. . I wanna date you maybe. I wanna take you out. I wanna wine and dine you.
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She's rich, she's powerful. She doesn't want to be a man. (Do, do, do, do, do). She takes me as she finds me. Like only a woman can, yeah, ah. . She's tough, but vulnerable.