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Piegella paws on a legal claws onporky my piggy pie
a pork and a pieing it,s "carry on lying" " I lovey you do" till I die
but making a racket a smoking a jacket it,s ten high hole boots to the score
we,re in the dock it,s all tickety tocka bitch in the kitchens a chore
( gratitude rattitude is it all platitude flattitude attitude why
alone in a room in a lonesome as gloom till a maiden arrives and it,s fly)
but nymphette a sure bet a dress that,s so well wet thigh deep in water to drag
it,s Mayfair we all care in turn we all stare she goes throgh the flow like a jag
but Piegella poke joke ( alt least he,s a "good bloke") a barman for all of his ills
was she,s just easy . . . . it,s onion and cheesy
or was he just taking the pils
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bunny bunny boil and bubble
bunny the boiler she,s trouble trouble
no helen troy come beachy babefest fabled "hall of totty"
who clamour to glamour at bedroom door
of "vincent van bum bum botty"
but pregnant pause in foxy clause reluctant to chatter and sip
"i in days or way,s that all of us our
but if we keep on moving round we somehow just don,t notice it
before those green eyes gangereen as she talks of "jungle jane"
as she try,s throught venomed teethto even stomach to say the name
all can "see she,s wrong for him" . . . that,s plain as is plain as to see
as she goes to vending machine . . .
cappucino . . . cup of tea ??
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