| First there’s the handshake
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| It’s so warm that you could bake by it
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| Designed to take attention from their
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| Ugly underneath
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| Then there’s the wedding
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| The coordinated bedding
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| And the fairy tale shredding
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| Boy, it’s ugly underneath
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| And after the pretty
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| There’s a gluttony of pity
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| On a cake called nitty, gritty
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| And it’s ugly underneath
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| Did you ever try to prise away the mask
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| Go ahead, take a spoon and try
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| I can tell you it’s a herculean task
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| Go ahead, it’s okay to cry
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| What you’re chewing on’s the truth
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| And that’s the hardest thing
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| To wash down with a glass of lemonade
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| The ugly underneath
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| The thing with politicians is
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| I wouldn’t have suspicions
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| If I saw their worst positions
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| And their ugly underneath
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| But after all the voting
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| Suck away the sugar coating
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| Now they’ve had you and they’re gloating
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| Boy, it’s ugly underneath
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| Did you ever try to roll away the wheel
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| Go ahead, take a fork and try
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| See the unattractive things that make us real
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| Go ahead, it’s okay to cry
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| What you’ve trodden in’s the truth
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| And that’s the hardest thing
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| To wash down with a glass of lemonade |