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Wanna tell you 'bout a girl I know For this we'll call her Sandy She's got legs up to her armpits And her voice is sweet like candy She's an angel Head

know you might even smile Maybe we could be the ones to get a little bit of you and put it to some use Even if it's only just for while Hey, come on

What is wrong with kids today, oh, all you wanna do is play And all you wanna do is get along Helping people across the road and doing what the hell you

I would like to tell you something But I can't be bothered I hate your guts and want you to die, and I don't think I need a reason why Please leave right

be just fine So we went back Did a bit of thinking, did a lot of drinking too And we came to this conclusion If you want it You gotta got for it don

room for abuse A great big thank you to the skaters and the kids and the punks And all the people that are always there down at the front Thanks to the people at the gigs for

drowning I wouldn't waste my time to rescue you I love the way You eat soup with your fingers The way your odour lingers For hours after you have left the room

Well, don't follow me 'cos I ain't no saviour Got bad habits, don't look good on paper People say I'm crazy and I might well be But I'm doing fine so

Wanna tell a story 'bout a girl named Sheila Lovely li'l thing but a bit of a dreamer She's been married for three long years Got three children and