| She
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| Came out sweating
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| Her sequins dropping like stars on the
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| Floor
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| Her fish nets in
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| Her handbag, lipstick all inside the door
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| Oh, hush, now, here she comes
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| All flushed and having fun
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| We were just talking, talking about you
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| We are not vicious, we are not bitchy
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| Talking about the things you lack
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| Who
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| Would wear diamonds
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| Who would be seen dead in that setting
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| Her
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| Little Miss Hands
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| Every stone squeezed from blood and petting
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| Oh, hush, now, here she is
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| All crushed with looking Liz
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| We were just talking, talking about you
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| We are not vicious, we are not bitchy
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| Talking about the things you lack
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| She’s
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| Getting porky
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| She doesn’t know who did it 'cos of
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| All
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| The copy door keys
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| And all those buses, toilets, and the halls
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| Oh, hush, now, here she comes
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| All flushed and having fun
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| We were just talking, talking about you
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| We are not vicious, we are not bitchy
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| Talking about the things you lack |