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I'm off to the ladies, she's off to the gents... |
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A curious relationship. |
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It'll end in tedium or it'll end in bed. |
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We're commonly crossed legged but regally spread. |
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We're like the carpet-burned knees of desire |
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Both of us are blushing |
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Both of us are skint (again) |
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Get up and throw another plug on the fire |
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Don't blow a hole in the royal mint |
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(these suckers are skint) |
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You can fool some people all the time |
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And you can suffer fools some of the time |
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You can even fool all the people |
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All of the time... |
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But you cannae kid yourself |
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You're the main attraction |
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And you'll get your hands on her |
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Off to the trough and the cubicle |
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To get pharmaceutically full of yourself |
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I'm pushing my boat out |
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To greet your ship coming in |
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Don't kid yourself |
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You're the main attraction |
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That i won't get my hands on her |
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Between the trough and the cubicle |
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Just stop for a bloody good look at yourself... |
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I'm pushing my boat out |
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To greet your ship coming in |
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Between the trough and the cubicle |
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You sure made a bloody good fool of yourself |
