| I’ve only got one real fan
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| She is not woman, she is not man
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| She’s got her own coat of arms and her tartan and her own clan
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| Her clan surpasses beauty
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| always love and never duty
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| A beauty that feels so alien to this land
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| These feelings should be censored they should be banned
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| But when you put a porn-star in these hands
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| I’m the 6 month old with the keys to his own pram
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| You got this straight to play the fool
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| Miss out nursery, miss out school
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| And gave the bullet train option to this old abandoned tram
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| How do you make so special look like dross
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| How do you make expensive look budget cost
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| If it’s power to the workers then you are the boss
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| You make bluebells look like moss
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| Gave a second coat to gloss
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| And made Lennon’s little Ono look like dross
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| If prostitution was not illegal
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| you’d make cheap sex look so regal
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| Make the hottest little joint in town look like frost
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| The famous they get stalkers, they get pests
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| But I’d rather get a bullet right through my chest
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| All that Lennon could imagine
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| was not you, was just a fraction
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| and all half-hearted get is second best |