| Guard your body with the best barbed wire
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| And ward off foe with the fiercest of fire
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| But let love unguarded into the strangest of nights
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| Wear your dresses like they’re up for hire
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| And leave them with your humour in the tumble dryer
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| And watch yourself stumble down a lane with no lights
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| School like life turns some men into mice
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| What you need now is a little piece of mouse advice
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| Well they say be wary of strangers
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| Especially if they offer you sweets
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| But there ain’t no government health warning
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| On half the mad fuckers you meet
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| Save yourself personal tragedy
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| Go back to the man with the sweets
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| Do yourself schooling favour
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| Head back to the man with the sweets
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| Those who feared cancer never had much to say
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| They bored us at parties onto forty a day
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| They forced us into corners and onto forty a day
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| The dentiist’s chair is the only time
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| That anybody ever looks at their mouth
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| Let the dentist give their teeth something to chatter about
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| School like life turns some men into mice
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| To avoid the rat-trap take the mouse’s advice
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| Well they say be wary of strangers
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| Especially if they offer you sweets
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| But there ain’t no government health warning
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| On half the mad fuckers you meet
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| Save yourself personal tragedy
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| Go back to the man with the sweets
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| Do yourself schooling favour
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| Head back to the man with the sweets |