As high up as Nepal
And as sharp as a spike
You’re the type of girl I could really like
You got a belting voice that rings out like a phone
It makes me cry out for you when I’m alone.
(Chorus)
Nadine, Nadine
My Six foot seven Queen
Right up to my stomach,
That’s at where my head comes up at,
My lean Nadine.
You don’t like to clean
And you
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