| Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
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| All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
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| She’s got eyes like saucers oh you think she’s a dish
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| She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
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| Chorus:
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| But it’s easier to say «I love you,»
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| Than «Yours sincerly» I suppose
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| All little sisters like to try on big sister’s clothes
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| Big sister’s clothes
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| The sport of kings, the old queen’s heart
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| The prince in darkness stole some tart
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| And it’s in the papers, it’s in the charts
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| It’s in the stop press before it all starts.
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| With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
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| With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
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| Compassion went out of fashion
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| That’s all your concern meant
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| Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements
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| Chorus |