| You’ve a certain sartorial eloquence
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| And a style that’s almost of your own
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| You’ve got the knack of being so laid-back
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| It’s like talking to the great Unknown
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| You’ve got a self-sufficient swept-back hairdo
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| Pretty certain that you’ve got it made
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| Oh your lifestyle shows in the clothes you chose
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| Sitting pretty in the masquerade
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| Sing it Don’t you wanna play this game no more
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| Don’t you wanna play no more?
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| Don’t you wanna play this game no more
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| Don’t you wanna play no more?
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| You remain the only main contender
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| Though you never, you never meant to lose at all
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| Down at the mouth yet unsurrounded
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| Adamant before the fall
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| Though when you go you know I might be lonesome
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| But I’ll keep it under close control
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| Go and get your kicks and babe let’s call it quits
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| I believe I’m feeling indisposed
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| Don’t you wanna play this game no more
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| When you go you know I might be lonesome
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| But I’ll keep it under close control
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| Go and get your kicks and babe let’s call it quits
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| I believe I’m feeling indisposed |