| Everybody’s got a hole to fill
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| It doesn’t matter if your name is Jack or Jill
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| Everybody’s got a hole that they need filled
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| She wakes up
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| Still looking lost
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| And says what’s the point of this
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| And I say not a lot
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| Still she gets up
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| And through her weary smile
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| She tries to find the strength
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| To carry on a while
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| Two days ago
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| She wrote away
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| To a mail order guru
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| Her postal sage
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| Who promised answers
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| By return of mail
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| Explaining why
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| Sometimes it seems
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| The world has failed
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| He wrote back
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| I left the pub last night
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| And I was just in time
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| To see them break my windows
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| And slash my tyres
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| I’m a liberal I thought
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| As I felt my anger rise
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| I was desperately searching
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| For my feminine side
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| But my feminine side
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| Was on her morning coffee break
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| I beat the shit out of one
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| And boy, I felt great
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| Hey Bob, he said don’t get annoyed
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| We all find different ways
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| To fill up the void
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| And I said yeah
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| Everybody’s got a hole to fill
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| Everybody’s got a hole to fill
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| T doesn’t matter if your name is Jack or Jill
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| Everybody’s got a hole that they need filled |