| The office party was fine
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| Quite fun till quarter past nine
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| Then you came to
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| And things got right out of hand
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| All eyes and arms and mouth and
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| So close, oh gross
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| Your boss comes up
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| Thinks we’re getting on fine
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| I’m seeing red now
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| I wanna leave
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| But your face is in mine
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| You’re thinking bed now
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| Pass the bottom stair
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| And I’ll become your worst nightmare
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| I am much too good for you
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| You sicken me with your belief
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| That I must want it underneath
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| Don’t think you’re coming in for more
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| Too late for public transport
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| And taxis I can’t afford
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| Uh-oh, lift home
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| Your in-car CD player
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| Is blaring out Liz Phair
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| Blow Queen: obscene
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| Your driving’s bad
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| All that lager you’ve had
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| I’m getting scared now
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| What a relief
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| See the end of my street
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| But you’re thinking bed now
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| Pass the bottom stair
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| And I’ll become your worst nightmare
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| I am much too good for you
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| You sicken me with your belief
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| That I must want it underneath
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| Don’t think you’re coming in for more
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| I warn you, pass the bottom stair
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| And I’ll become your worst nightmare
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| I am much too good for you
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| You sicken me with your belief
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| That I must want it underneath
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| Don’t think you’re coming in for more |