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[Verse 1]
Sticky floor
Friday
Footy blaring from the screen
Old mate postie at the counter
Acting like he owns the street
He goes
"I've been with every woman
From the cul-de-sac to here"
Takes a sip of his warm lager
"And there’s only one that's clear"
[Chorus]
"Every girl on the street but one"
He says it loud
Like he just won
Glass clinks
Someone shouts
"You hero
Son!"
Yeah
Every girl on the street but one
Every girl on the street but one
[Verse 2]
My missus leans in closer
Pokes me hard under the bar
Rolls her eyes
Half laughing
You can smell the cheap cigar
She goes
"I bet it's that princess
You know the one who loves to judge"
"The stuck up bitch at number 20"
Didn’t even blink or budge
[Chorus]
"Every girl on the street but one"
He says it loud
Like he just won
Glass clinks
Someone shouts
"You hero
Son!"
Yeah
Every girl on the street but one
Every girl on the street but one
[Bridge]
Silence
Then the whole pub turns
Postie coughs into his schooner
And my face starts to burn
[low vocal register]
I choke on my lemon wedge
Bartender just grins
Every bloke at the pokies
Swears they all would’ve sinned
[Chorus]
"Every girl on the street but one"
He says it loud
Like he just won
Glass clinks
Someone shouts
"You hero
Son!"
Yeah
Every girl on the street but one
Every girl on the street but one
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