| Your multilingual business friend
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| Has packed her bags and fled
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| Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
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| And the lipstick, unmade bed
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| The mirror, on reflection
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| Has climbed back upon the wall
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| For the floor she found descended
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| And the ceiling was too tall
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| Your trouser cuffs are dirty
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| And your shoes are laced up wrong
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| You'd better take off your Homburg
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| 'Cause your overcoat is too long
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| Town clock in the market square
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| Stands waiting for the hour
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| When its hands they both turn backward
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| And on meeting will devour
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| Both themselves and also any fool
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| Who dares to tell the time
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| And the sun and moon will shadow
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| And the signpost cease to sign
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| Your trouser cuffs are dirty
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| And your shoes are laced up wrong
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| You'd better take off your Homburg
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| 'Cause your overcoat is too long
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| Your trouser cuffs are dirty
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| And your shoes are laced up wrong
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| You'd better take off your Homburg
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| 'Cause your overcoat is too long
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| Oh, your trouser cuffs are dirty
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| And your shoes are laced up wrong
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| You'd better take off your Homburg
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| 'Cause your overcoat is too long
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| Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |