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I met her at the ' Sailor Arms'A bar down by the docks Full of prostitutes and deviants And fellows wearing frocks Went there to drown my sorrow My misery and paaaiiiiaaaiiiiaan With fourteen multicoloured pills And a pint of heavy ale (heavy ale) And I saw this girl across the way Who was smiling through the wine So I begged her come on over Come on over, spend some time And I spilled my life before her And she seemed to understand Although she was a girl We were talking man to man (man to man)[ Chorus] For love is where you find it Wherever that may be For me it was in the Sailors Arms At twenty-five past three There's something strange about her I can't put my finger on But I wanna tell the world That she's the one (she's the one)I wanna tell the world That she's the one She strolled up to the toilets She strolled into the Gents I asked her why she did it Why she'd gone to pay the rent We arm-wrestled and I lost She beat me with a spike Told me filthy jokes That were quite unlady-like (lady-like) It was four in the morning And through the smokey haze I could've been mistaken But she needed to shave (to shave)[ Chorus] For love is where you find it Wherever that may be For me it was in the Sailors Arms With a better man than me Her husky voice seduced me My heart was in a mess I sat upon her knee As something twitched beneath her dress There's something more than knees beneath her dress You've got nice eyes says I ( Oh Sir, I am suprised) What large hands I said ( All the better to touch you with) God, you arms look strong (A woman's work is never done) Your legs are quite hirsuite ( Aren't you the saucy one!)I was feeling less than stable When she said her name was Ken ( Ken!) Well if I had suspicions Lord I should've had 'em then (then!) She cried as she told me How she was so confused One more visit to the doctor She'd have nothing left to lose ( Toulouse- Lautrec)I ran my fingers through her wig She lightly stroked my hair She said she was a man ( Whoa whoa! She said she was a man? A man called Ken - Bull-twang!) Lots of men are called Ken. ( So what did you say?)I told her I don't care ( He doesn't care)[ Chorus] For love is where you find it Wherever that may be For me it was in a hopper bin With my trousers 'round my knees There's something strange about her I just put my finger on And I want to tell the world That she's the one (he's the one)I want to tell the world That its the one.
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