| Exhibition yourself we’ll hold a show on the shelf
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| Now we can feel a change is on the way
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| You’re not a skin or a spiv
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| boy who are you trying to kid
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| You’re jolly handsome, super, wizard, okay?
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| Would you resort to telling
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| all your friends lies
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| When they can see right through
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| your flimsy disguise?
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| We all consider you far out
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| so there can be ltttle doubt
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| You’re gonna make it in a big, big way
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| Oh we can feel a new existence beginning
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| And the yobs have made a go at forgiving
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| And the new man he appears to be winning
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| What a shame such a bore!
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| I don’t wanna turn on tonite
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| Said I don’t wanna turn on tonite
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| You put your hand in the air
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| and when they ask you say Yeah
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| And they’ll be happy to believe
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| you’re both kinds
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| Then shake a fist or a leg
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| and prove the image is dead
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| Or the chances are you’ll trip up their minds
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| Oh you’re too cute to be a big rock star
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| But if you’re cool you may not push it too far
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| Oh just believe in yourself
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| and take a tip from the elf
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| And sing a boogie to the image fatale
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| Oh we can feel.. .
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| You feel Lorretta’s deep breaths,
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| you put a hand on her breast
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| You feel her come on like some movie-star chick
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| You slide her body across
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| you fight so hard to be boss
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| But sweet Lorretta she knows all the tricks
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| So you perform like it’s your very best show
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| You turn her on but she’s never gonna know
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| Then you can shuffle your hips
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| or M-M-Mae West your lips
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| But you’re the same old thing we’ve always known
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| Oh, we can feel.. . |