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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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