| He was in love with the girl with the hourglass
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| But he knew it couldn’t last, oh no, no, no
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| And now he goes with the girl in the perfume ad
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| He’s out of his fuckin' head
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| He tells of squashes that squeeze in the seventies
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| Then he gives away everything he has
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| He’s building bridges to places that don’t exist
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| And probably never will
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| He was in love with the girl with the hourglass
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| But he knew it couldn’t last, oh no, no, no
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| And now he goes with the girl in the perfume ad
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| He’s out of his fuckin' head
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| Hey, lock him up, throw away all the keys
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| Three sets of eyes, not a speck does he see
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| Hey, lock him up, throw away all the keys
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| Three sets of eyes, not a speck does he see
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| We hope you enjoyed it…» |