JAN HARGREAVES THAT KIND OF GIRL I canít sleep with you tonight She said My legs are hairy And it would repulse you Normally I would Iím that sort of girl And then she laughed He told me this Downstairs at Cafť Pop Over a mug of hot Vimto I thought Iíd sleep with you Hairy legs or not And Iím not that sort of girl Then he stared at a woman At the table in the alcove And I thought Maybe not


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