When I try to write a song
the words don't rhyme, the chords are wrong
the same thing happens every time
there's no fuckin' word to rhyme

'Cos Girl George don't rhyme with Orange!
Girl George don't rhyme with Orange!
Girl George don't rhyme with Orange!
Girl George don't rhyme with Orange!

Times are changin', like a whore
Johnny got herpes, I got bored
I'll write her something new this time
but I can't write a fuckin' line

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Well, I wish she was seventeen, if you know what I mean
when I see the lights shine on her white hair
and then she opens her mouth and ya hear that shit come out
and then you know that it's allrite to stare...

Not too many hippies left
in all of Berkeley George is best
but when I try to speak my mind
I can't write a fuckin' rhyme

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