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s going to fix She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle Capital punishment, she's last year's model

very, temporary I shall walk (I shall walk) Out of this place (out of this place) I shall walk Out on you 'Cause you go silly If she's willing Trying

put you on the torture table 'Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic" There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes She's listening in to the Venus line She's

you don't mean it. I wouldn't worry. I had so much fun. Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being It's you not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue It's

meanwhile up in heaven they are waiting at the gate saying 'We'd always knew you'd make it, didn't think you'd come this late'. And now it's much too

've got you running to the Night rally, night rally, night rally Everybody's singing with their hand on their heart About deeds done in the darkest hours That's

it. Pump it up when you don't really need it. She's been a bad girl. She's like a chemical. Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic. You wanna

They say they're running out of angels They say I'm running out of time Oh you don't have to be lucky It is easier than trying, now they're bringing

alibis, all this, but no surprises for this year's girl. All this, but no surprises for this year's girl. All this, but no surprises for this year's girl