Sittin' in the front row
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Mary of the fourth form
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Turnin' all the boys on
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She's turnin' all their heads around
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Hitchin' up her short skirt
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Stretchin' out her long legs
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Pullin' up her stockings
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She's combing out her long hair
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Starin' at the teacher
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Openin' her lips wide
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Shiftin' in her seat. Yeah,
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She slowly moves her hips aside
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But in the middle of the night
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She waits for her Mom to turn out the light
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Her make-up's on and her jeans are skintight
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And she's heading to the Pillar Bar
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Johnnie looks alright tonight she thinks
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He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink
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He shoots a frame and they head off into the night.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Teacher's losing control
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Thankfully the bell rings
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Mary's left all alone
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With no one but the teacher
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She quickly drops her pencil
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And slowly bends to get it
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Teacher is a natural man
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His hand moves out to touch her
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She straightens and looks 'round, now
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She laughs and leaves the room, yeah
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Heartbreak for the teacher
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Sweet dreams for young Mary
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But in the middle of the night
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She waits for Dad to turn out the light
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Her make-up's on and her jeans are skintight
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And she's headed to the Pillar Bar
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Johnnie looks great tonight, she thinks
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He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink
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Shoots off a frame and they head off into the night.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary of the fourth form.
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Mary Of The Fourth Form
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Boomtown Rats |