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Amigos w/ Common Interests
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Nothing can come between us, When it gets dark I tow your heart away. Standing by a parking meter, When I caught a glipmse of Rita, Filling in a ticket in her little white book. In a cap she looked much older, And the bag across her shoulder Made her look like a military man. Lovely Rita meter maid, May I inquire discreetly, When you are free, To take some tea with me. Took her out and tried to win her, Had a laugh and over dinner, Told her I would really like to see her again, Got the bill and Rita paid it Took her home and nearly made it Sitting ona sofa with a sister or two. Oh, lovely Rita meter maid, Where would I be without you. |
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