How does it feel now you've been undressed
by a man with a mind like the gutter press
So disappointed to find it's no big sin

Lying skin to skin

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Shot with his own gun
Now dad is keeping mum
Shot with his own gun


Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away


What's on his mind now is anyone's guess
Losing his touch with each caress
Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing

He comes without warning
Leaves without feeling


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On your marks, man, ready, set

Let's get loaded and forget

The little corporal got in the way

And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
Playing house seems so melancholy


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Oh it's too sad to be true
Your blue murder's killing you