And she felt in her pockets
And pulled out all, na, na, na, na
That was inside a handful
Of bits and bobs, na, na, na, na
On the table
Oh blimey! All shiny
From suntan some coins and
A ballpoint, oh shiny
She was facing me and
Walking backwards and I
Could see her eyes growing
As round as saucers, yes
Fresh as a rose on the day of
The battle or whatever that
Poem is
Truly sweet, all shiny
She was facing me and
Walking backwards and I
Could see her eyes growing
And she felt in her pockets
And pulled out all, na, na, na, na
That was inside a handful
Of bits and bobs, na, na, na, na
And she felt in her pockets
And pulled out all, na, na, na, na
Oh blimey! All shiny
From suntan some coins and

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