Squeeze – Vicky Verky (Guitar)

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With her hair up in his fingers,  The fish and chips smell lingers

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Under amber streetlamps,  She holds the law in her hands

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The moistness of the damp night,  Falls silent through the lamplight

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Although she's only fourteen,  She really knows her courting.

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And up the railway sidings,   There's him and her They're lying

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Hand in hand they whisper,  You're my missus I'm your mister

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The moon was white and virgin,  And she was on the turning

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Remember your first nibble,  When best friends were so little.

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They really trooped the colours,   When walking with each other

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And all her mates would giggle,   As ladylike she'd wiggle

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All along the high street,   They'd splash out on an ice cream

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He'd sometimes really treat her,  when he'd done his mother's meter

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Well he went off to Borstal,   He said that he was forced to

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Rob the flats of Hi Fi's Cuz she was ill and she would cry

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Each morning she got sicker,  Her mother sometimes hit her

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If she'd have known the story,  She would have been so sorry

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He received a letter and admitted it

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Lonely in his dormitory He'd sit and stare, Is this for real, and is it really fair…

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Summer came so they went,   Down to the coast in his tent

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She cooked upon his primer,  And sampled local cider

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She told him in his rucksack,  I think I want that chance back

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To be perhaps the one who,  Will forever love you

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To be perhaps the one who,       Will forever love you