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It's a new form of slavery |
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Some gas from the past |
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Partly built on the right |
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Partly built out of glass |
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While the crystals deflate |
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I begin to address |
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A little run in your stocking |
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A little hair on your dress |
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Well the party isn't over |
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Till the fat one comes home |
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You know you ate up all the sausages |
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Gave the old dog a bone |
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It's part of your anatomy |
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It's part of your mind |
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I would prefer mine I suppose |
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To do this time |
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It's the dark side of perfection |
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Prelude to success |
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Curious brand new direction |
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From associated risks |
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Could be the stigma of rejection |
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Or the embarrassment of desire |
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It got clumsy with the ladle |
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Spilt the soup on the fire |
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Surrounded by cushions |
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Black lacquer and chrome |
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As your friends and relations |
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Inspect your brand new home |
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In a moment or two |
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They're gonna leave you alone |
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No more days in the oven |
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No more nights on the phone |
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It was good news and bad news |
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For the unemployed son |
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Of a bitch or a bridesmaid |
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A beggar or a bum |
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We can blow them to Mars |
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Or at least kingdom come |
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There's a lot of houses for rent |
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Back where I come from |
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Never, never should have let that knucklehead |
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Back on the street |
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Gets the funniest looks from |
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Everyone they meet |
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watch real close |
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'Cause you're in for a treat |
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You're gonna get the next meal free |
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If you don't get a receipt |
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It was good news and bad news |
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For the unemployed son |
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Of a bitch or a bridesmaid |
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A beggar or a bum |
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We can blow them to Mars |
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Or at least kingdom come |
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No, there's lots of nice little apartments |
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For rent where I come from |
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There's lots of nice little apartments |
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For rent where I come from |
