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Look for the window with the ultraviolet glow
Blue light warning so the neighbours will know
She's preparing her body for the local disco
She looks like an orange
But she's gonna get her man
Cos she’s the girl with the artificial tan
Thighs strain at her tight white skirt
Stilettos are deadly as her perm starts to flirt
Looking for a man in a winter T-shirt
She looks like an orange
But she's gonna get her man
Cos she's the girl with the artificial tan
Wants a real man doesn't want a mouse
Wants a brain-dead dickhead built like a house
Arms like iron chest like a horse
Eats steak and eggs hates "poufs" of course
She looks like an orange
But she's gonna get her man
Cos she's the girl with the artificial tan
Half past two and she's too drunk to know
The faulty physique of the bloke she's got in tow
He's a half-assed hippy well gone on blow
She looks like an orange
But she' s gonna get her man
Cos she's the girl with the artificial tan
Yeah she's the girl with the artificial tan.
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