| Sharks follow my trail, and it won’t be long
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| They’ve fallen for the oldest trick in the book
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| It never goes wrong oh no Mask and snorkel and a bottle of ketchup
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| Oh those desperate old sharkfins start to circle me in anger
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| Oh be clever not beautiful, oh be clever not beautiful
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| If your goal is plain survival well then be clever not beautiful
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| (Ha) Poets lock up your words, your tongues are all tied
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| Oh let read in every history book that the poets all tried to lull us With lilting, songs of a struggle to mountain up a notion
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| That we were something more than animals
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| Be clever not beautiful, oh be clever not beautiful
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| If your gaol is plain survival well then be clever not beautiful
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| Not like your face, as you roam in the garden
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| Not as the earthworms gather beneath your feet
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| You give it all away (all away) for free
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| As we sun our winter bellies (winter bellies)
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| In your spring (yaa)
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| Ooh be clever not beautiful, oh be clever not beautiful
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| If your goal is pure survival well then be clever not beautiful
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| Oh be clever not beautiful oh be clever not beautiful
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| If your goal is plain survival well then be clever not beautiful
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| Be clever not beautiful |