A F Sheila goes out with her mate Stella, E It gets poured all over her fella, London D Cos’ she says, man he ain’t no better A Than the next man kicking up fuss A F Drunk she stumbles down by a river E Screams calling London, D And none of us heard her coming, A I guess the carpet weren’t rolled out
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