| I had the rug pulled from under my feet
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| But I didn’t feel a thing
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| I can’t believe the luck I seem to have
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| And the joy that good luck brings
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| When I die I’ll return as a housefly
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| And land upon her wall
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| So I can see who she’ll end up with
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| If it’s anyone at all
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| Did I say that
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| How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
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| I sat and listened to the radio
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| A landscape of moving noise
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| She was busy looking through the curtains
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| Her nose in a distant void
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| Then I thought I would come back as a spider
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| Because she hates them so much
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| They get sprayed down the bathroom plughole
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| Can I expect the same touch
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| Maybe not then
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| Because beneath it all we’re wicked and cruel
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| Shut up, listen to the radio
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| I can’t help feeling I’ve been stepped on She likes to kick like a mule
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| Did I say that
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| How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
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| If I come back as her would I love me How could anyone be so wicked and cruel
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| She likes to think I’m a fool
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| Two fools in love
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| How could anyone be so wicked and cruel |