| That’s right I aim to please
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| That’s right I aim to please
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| I’m acting like some kind of Victorian serf child
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| I have considered the possibility of trading fluids
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| On the platform of the underground station
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| But I have watched and I have seen
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| And I have counted all the passers-by
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| Me and my friend here we have been engaged
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| In a search for some time months now
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| For houses hotels and highlights, experienced midwives
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| For money to turn into medicine
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| And what do we find?
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| What do we find?
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| What do we find?
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| A shocking lack thereof. | 
| But wait…
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| Wear your moonboots, they suit you too
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| And more like Elvis Presley on the booze
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| Believe that you have everything to lose
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| That’s right I aim to please
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| That’s right I aim to please
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| Pay a visit to a nurse to have your head deloused
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| Talk for hours about the politics of Mickey Mouse
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| You know how it is
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| Nighttimes, gotta get out of the house
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| Gotta get out of the house
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| Gotta get out of the house
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| Gotta get out of the house
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| My life is for pleasure, a wiggle in flesh
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| I’m soaked and in malice, I’m all in distress
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| And as I was promised my life is for rage
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| My guide is a drunk and a female bouquet
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| My life’s been mistaken for garbage and gold
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| My life is in private, I gotta move on 'till I’m old
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| 'Till I’m old, 'till I’m old
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| I gotta move on 'till I’m old
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| I gotta move on 'till I’m old
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| That’s right I aim to please
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| 'Till I’m old, 'till I’m gone
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| 'Till I’m gone, 'till I’m gone |