| I look up oh so high
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| I take a swing out of line
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| Say Daddy
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| Why was I born?
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| He said shut your mouth
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| So I creep into a cafe
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| And people are fucking and driving and spinning around
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| They’re listening to cassettes man
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| In the morning around the house
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| I get naked
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| And I’m out chasing tail again
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| When were they born?
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| I’m pretty keen on centrefolds
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| but no-one's gonna love me
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| no-one's gonna love my like that
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| I’m pretty keen on tubular bells
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| but no-one's gonna love me
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| no-one's gonna love me for that
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| I’m peachy keen and I’m terribly kind
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| but no-one's gonna love me
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| no-one's gonna love me like that.
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| I go out with this girl
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| and people keep creeping
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| asking questions
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| and pissing around
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| When was she born?
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| I take her to a show
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| and the crowd were pretty vacant
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| as their egos were rushing along
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| Do I get to go backstage now?
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| And I hear they’re running round the dressing rooms again
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| Naked!
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| I bet they’re out chasing tails again
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| When was I born?
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| I’m pretty keen on centrefolds
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| But no-one's gonna love me
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| No-one's gonna love me like that
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| I’m pretty keen on tubular bells
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| But no-one's gonna love me
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| No-one's gonna love me for that
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| I’m peachy keen and I’m terribly kind
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| But no-one's gonna love me
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| No-one's gonna love me for that
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| I’m pretty keen on centrefolds
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| but no-one's gonna love me
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| No-one's… (Repeat)
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| I’m pretty keen on centrefolds
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| but no-one's gonna love me
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| No-one's gonna love me like that. |