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Ian McLagan
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Ronnie Lane
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Paroles
My mum she likes you
She thinks you're swell
Got the makings of a dance hall girl
Your low cut frock and your bird's nest hair
Stiletto heels and the way that you swear
She said to take you back to see my folks again on Sunday
Why, it looks as though there's nobody in
They've all gone out to see my Auntie Renee
Don't you worry, you just come right in
I'm sure we'll pass the time til' they come home
Well, let me take your coat, kick off your shoes
Warm your toes, try the sofa
It's getting dark, we'll miss the late night bus, it's only eight?
Well, I'm not takin' any chances
What's that noise, why'd they come back so soon?
Straighten your dress you're really looking a mess
I'll wet my socks, pretend we just got caught in the rain
Oh, you're so rude
Writer(s): Ronnie Lane, Ian Mclagan
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