| So you think that you have seen her
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| When you’re lying in between her
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| And you tell me that you don’t care
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| Busy bodies getting nowhere
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| Everybody’s getting meaner
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| Busy bodies caught in the concertina
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| You check her outline, break her regulations
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| You watch her legs through several service stations
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| Busy bodies very busy getting nowhere
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| Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
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| Now you’re ready for the merger
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| With the company you’re part of
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| And you do the dirty business
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| With your latest sleeping partner
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| You’re becoming automatic
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| Busy bodies, out playing with the traffic
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| You want attention, you try my patience
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| With the best intentions
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| You are nothing but a nuisance
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| Busy bodies, busy busy, getting nowhere
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| Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
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| Now you’ve given your performance
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| Though the matinee was idle
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| And you find that a wave of her
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| Right hand could seem so tidal
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| Just a second satisfaction
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| Busy bodies temporarily out of action
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| You wash and brush up
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| You want to dress up
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| You want to kiss her
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| But she’s busy with her makeup
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| Busy bodies, very busy
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| Getting nowhere
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| Nowhere |