| Chorus
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| Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere
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| Now I believe in looking
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| Like my time on earth is cooking
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| Whether polka dotted, striped or even checked
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| With some glamour guaranteeing
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| Every fibre of my being
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| Is displayed to quite remarkable effect
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| From your cradle via trousseau
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| To your death bed you’re on view, so Never compromise, accept no substitute
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| I would rather wear a barrel
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| Than conservative apparel
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| Because dress has always been my strongest suit
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| Chorus
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| Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere
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| Staying in or hitting townwards
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| From the top and working downwards
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| I ensure that every stitch is stitched in time
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| Whether wig or hat or turban
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| Whether clad boudoir or urban
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| Not to strut your stuff outrageously’s a crime
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| And the few who are invited
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| To my wardrobe are delighted
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| As they wander through my things to find en route
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| That in negligee or formal
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| I am anything but normal
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| Because dress has always been my strongest suit
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| Chorus
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| Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere (x2)
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| Now you don’t need a recital
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| Of the reasons why it’s vital
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| That tonight my trappings will not be subsued
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| That from coronet to sandal
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| No one else is worth a candle
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| That I couldn’t make more impact in the nude
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| So bring me all my finest
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| Most audacious, mi divine-ist
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| Most revealing, most expensive and to boot
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| Most arresting, most heart-stopping
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| Most free flowing, most eye popping
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| Because dress has always been my strongest suit
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| Overwear, underwear, anytime, anywhere. |