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Peanut
I know this girl called Peanut,
she's french, and got nice hair.
She moans and complains a lot about philosophy,
Socrates and Kant, she can't bear.
She's into Japanese stuff, probably eats a lot of rice,
stays away from English food though, except battenberg cake because it's nice,
She said she'd love to come to England, and sample all the food,
Until I quickly replied "I've got a headache", and "I'm not in the mood".
"Stay away from kebab shops, and back street curry houses too",
The meat they use squeaks, it doesn't "moo".
If I were to eat out here....they're not places that I'd choose.
I know this girl called Peanut,
she's french she's got nice hair.
she moans and complains about philosophy,
But I don't care.
Get back to France.
(Love Dave).
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DaveM
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