An Old Russian lady with her arm caught in a louver And big sailors would walk past and go "Hello" And she'd go, "No not hello, my arm it’s caught in a louver" And they'd go, "Ha yes hello" "No not hello, it’s gone maroon, my arm it is in a louver" And he'd go, "Ha yes hello" And she'd go, "No not hello" And in the she'd have to pick up the two tonnes louver And walk and follow the home and knock on their front windows And he'd be going "Oh you're scaring me a little bit now" And that's what the eyes were like Dangerous but beautiful at the same time
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And big sailors would walk past and go
"Hello"
And she'd go,
"No not hello, my arm it’s caught in a louver"
And they'd go,
"Ha yes hello"
"No not hello, it’s gone maroon, my arm it is in a louver"
And he'd go,
"Ha yes hello"
And she'd go,
"No not hello"
And in the she'd have to pick up the two tonnes louver
And walk and follow the home and knock on their front windows
And he'd be going
"Oh you're scaring me a little bit now"
And that's what the eyes were like
Dangerous but beautiful at the same time
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