Dressed up like a dog's dinner
Butter wouldn't melt on your paws
If this is a dog's life

Then you're the cat's clothes
They hire out your sons
And hire out your daughters

The man from abroad says he's already bought her
And now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist


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You're either talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard

Don't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in
Luxembourg


You get over
You're worried by her body
She's worryin' about her bodily odour

You pull off
The pull over
You say that you love her when you really loathe her

Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her

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They're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers
Kick you where it really matters

Send all your friends to Coventry
And look for your name in last night's obituaries


If you've got the Deutschmarks
If you've got the Yen, then
You get the shirt off her back and the clock off Big Ben

Somebody's soft touch
Struck all these bargains
In the drinking clubs with the council men

Making plans to put lead back in their pencils again

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