| Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
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| Showtime is almost here
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| Teased up by a strip cartoon
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| Laughing up your sleeve
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| Sniggering in your beer
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| Hed seen the bottom of a lot of glasses
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| But hed never seen love so near
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| Hed seen love get so expensive
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| But hed never seen love get so dear
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| Now I know that youre all king horse
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| Between tenderness and brute force (repeat)
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| She can turn upon a sixpence in the mouth and trousers set
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| Hit the bill, ring the bell, never spill a sip
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| And still she knows the kind of tip that she is gonna get
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| A lot of loose exchanges, precious little respect
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| When its someone elses weekend
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| Thats the best you can expect
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| So fond of the fabric
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| So fond of fabrication
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| From comic books to tragic
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| Through the heart of complications
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| Meanwhile back in some secluded spot
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| He says will you please? |
| and she says stop
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| If I ever lose this good thing that Ive got
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| I never want to hear the song you dedicated tonight
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| Cause I knew that song so long before we met
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| That it means much more than it might |