| I don’t think you should shoot before July 15th
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| Right now is a perilous time for Pisces
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| If you wait 'til Venus is in Capricorn
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| You’ll avoid a catalog of crises
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| I need three more weeks to get these thighs in shape
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| No more carbohydrates, don’t be naughty
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| We’ll soon have you skipping like an ingenue
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| You won’t look a day over forty
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| We have dry heat, we have steam
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| We have moisturizing cream
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| We had mud-packs
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| We have blood sacks
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| It’s a rigorous regime
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| Not a wrinkle when you twinkle
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| Or a wobble when you walk
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| Of course, there’s bound to be a little suffering
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| Eternal youth is worth a little suffering
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| Listen to your super ego not your id
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| Age is just another damn neurosis
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| I’ll have you regressing back to infancy
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| And back into the womb under hypnosis
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| I inject the tissue of the fetal lamb
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| The formula’s the one Somerset Maugham owns
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| Just modest course of thirty-seven shots
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| And you will be a heaving mass of hormones
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| No more crow’s feet, no more flab
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| No more love handles to grab
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| You’ll be so thin they’ll all think you’re
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| Walking sideways like a crab
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| Nothing sagging, nothing bagging
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| Nothing dragging on the floor
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| Of course, there’s bound to be a little suffering
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| Eternal youth is worth a little suffering
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| Of course, there’s bound to be a little suffering
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| Eternal youth is worth a little suffering
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| Of course, there’s bound to be a little suffering |