| Let’s go down to the fashion show
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| With all the pretty people that you don’t know
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| We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs
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| They’ll hand awards out for Best Hair
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| And if we don’t win one, well, then
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| We’ll blow off our heads in despair
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| We’ll blow off our heads in despair
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| I smell magic in the room
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| Flashing lights and sonic booms
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| Lovely saps all without a care
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| Nobody said that the world was fair
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| And if they did say so, well, then
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| We’ll blow off our heads in despair
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| We’ll blow off our heads in despair
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| Let’s go down to the fashion show
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| With all the pretty people and piles of blow
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| We’ll sit down in the velvet chairs
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| And hang on tight to our bus fare
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| And if it falls between the seats
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| We’ll blow off our heads in despair
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| We’ll blow off our heads in despair |