| He’s saving up for a new Ben Sherman
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| He says he’d like to fuck Uma Thurman
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| I don’t think that he’ll get too far
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| With either those dreams
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| He’s got his eyes on a pair of Pumas
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| He says I should cut my hair like Uma’s
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| If he thinks I’d go along with
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| His sordid fancies
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| When you call my name
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| It better be me that you want
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| And not anyone else
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| If it’s all the same
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| I don’t want to get into bed
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| With your dreams there as well
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| Get through your head, or do I have to yell
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| That I don’t want that
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| And well I might desert you
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| 'Cos if I get a short back
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| And sides will that hurt you?
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| He says he’s starting to feel quite horny
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| I say shut up and read your Nick Hornby
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| Then he pouts to try to sway me
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| But I don’t think so
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| He says you can’t waste a good erection
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| I think I’m starting to lose affection
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| I once felt for him, it’s over
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| I tried to tell him
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| When you call my name
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| It better be me that you want
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| And not anyone else
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| If it’s all the same
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| I don’t want to get into bed
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| With your dreams there as well
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| Get through your head, or do I have to yell
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| That I don’t want that (no way)
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| And well I might desert you (today)
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| 'Cos if I get a short back (okay)
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| And sides will that hurt you?
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| (the cool breakdown with the handclaps)
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| When you call my name
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| It better be me that you want
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| And not anyone else
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| If it’s all the same
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| I don’t want to get into bed
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| With your dreams there as well
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| Get through your head, or at least through your gel
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| That I don’t want that (no way)
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| And well I might desert you (today)
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| 'Cos if I get a short back (okay)
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| And sides will that hurt you? |