| Baby got your groove back, another kind of life,
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| One you 'sumed that you deserve.
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| Nothing you should lack now, reverting back to type,
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| Never mind you lost your nerve.
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| Yeah you had a go at sleeping in the van
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| But you couldn’t let it go too far.
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| Now you got a pension plan
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| And your name’s on the insurance
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| And you can drive another woman’s car.
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| A kind of glamour
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| You can lend yourself
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| Like dark sunglasses
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| And you’ll remember
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| How good it tasted
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| Inside the ruling classes
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| Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses
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| She’s got a ball gown for charities and such,
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| Like a débutante from days gone by.
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| Shaving, wearing a tie, isn’t sacrificing much,
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| You lucky guy, you can still get high.
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| But, yes sir, no sir, Sunday will be there,
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| You only have to please that lady.
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| Think anything you like, but be careful what you say,
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| For another warm night, another dry day.
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| A kind of glamour
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| You can lend yourself
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| Like dark sunglasses
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| And you’ll remember
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| How good it tasted
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| The ruling classes wasted
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| Behind your dark sunglasses
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| I’m not towing the line
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| You’ll be fine
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| I’m not towing the line
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| A kind of glamour
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| You can lend yourself
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| Like dark sunglasses
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| And you’ll remember
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| How good it tasted
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| The ruling classes
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| A kind of glamour
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| You can lend yourself
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| Like dark sunglasses
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| And you’ll remember
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| How good it tasted
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| Inside the ruling classes
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| Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses
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| Wasted, behind your dark sunglasses |