| Mauve cravat and corduroy jeans
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| Well we all know what that means
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| A halo of curls
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| For Satyricon girls
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| Our Lady of the flowers
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| Grows shadier by the hours
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| Lady Stardust, Judy Teen
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| In your own Moonage Daydream
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| Blusher smeared across your cheeks
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| Kohl that stayed around for weeks
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| Smudged on your eyes
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| A Biba disguise
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| Maybelline in shades of green
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| Coloured up your teenage scene
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| Light of fot and limp of knees
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| In the 1970's
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| Last night’s panstick
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| On yesterday’s grime
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| You displayed all bruises
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| While I covered all mine
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| Elusive mercurial
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| Effeminate ethereal
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| They whisper you swish by
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| Your eyes up to the sky
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| Lavender, lavender
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| He’s got a touch of lavender
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| Lilac and lavender
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| Lavender
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| Heartache Noir leaving a scar
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| Exploring all the shades to be
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| Through life’s black and white TV
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| St. Dirk of Bogarde
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| Showed you what to discard
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| So you splashed on some Brut
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| And lowered your voice
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| When Charlie was really your choice
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| Last nights Lurex gave yesterday shine
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| You held on to your sparkle
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| While I lost all mine
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| Those long drunken nights
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| With the misfits and rebels
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| Playing the angel
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| While slepping with devils
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| Lavender, lavender
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| He’s got a touch of lavender
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| Lilac and lavender
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| Lavender
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| And this is the part
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| Where you’d get beaten up
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| But you’re saved by a quip
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| And a whole lot of luck
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| Frankie and Charlie have gone
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| Now Larry and Kenny
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| Once they all had a beard
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| Sadly now don’t have any
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| Last night’s indiscretion
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| Was yesterday’s crime
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| You stayed true to yourself
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| But I was poisoned by my time
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| Elusive mercurial
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| Piss-elegant ephemeral
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| They whisper you swish by
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| Your eyes up to the sky
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| The renters on the 'Dilly
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| In their fake leather jackets
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| Say she’s 'ere on the meat rack
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| Knowing all of the rackets
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| Where everything’s gift wrapped
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| And coming in packets
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| Just a knock on the door to some
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| Club where no need to say more
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| Lavender, lavender
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| He’s got a touch of lavender
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| Lilac and lavender
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| Lavender
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| So much there’s not to say
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| You don’t have to anyway |