| A delicate course served well
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| From the menu I wouldn’t tell
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| As the intimate whispers dwell
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| And the grease flows
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| Now turn your back, please
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| Feed now, a blink, an inch of self esteem
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| Applause rounds off, within minutes you swoon
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| As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss
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| As you feed the wolves I barely understand
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| The third course starts to smell
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| From the, emu it makes no sense
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| As you feed the wolves your eyes blitz of loss
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| As you feed the wolves I barely understand
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| As you feed the wolves I barely understand
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| Now you fed the woles and I scratch my feverish flesh
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| As the intimate whispers dwell
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| And the grease flows
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| Now turn your back, please
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| As the intimate whispers dwell
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| And the grease flows
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| Now turn your back, please
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| The last course infects me well
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| From the menu I now can tell |