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I'm gonna' tell you a lil' story now, about unrequited love .. .. There must be something better, there must be something more, there must be some good

The baby crawls, the baby growls, to all concerned in fits and snarls. The baby burns, unbridled thoughts, to rise again above it all. Yeah bow down

Buy, buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell, sell. Buy, sell, buy, buy, FTSE's gone up. Let's pop some corks, and fax New York. Let's do lunch .. Talk, talk

No more hearts, no more flowers. No more stupid games of power. No more lies, no more trust. No more shameless nights of lust. No love songs, no romance

You really haven't got a clue, you sit and watch your house burn down. We don't need you to hang around, waiting for a break to make the same mistake

enough. She's every man's dream in her lingerie, but God did she nag about Match Of The Day. Supermodels, supermodels, they are so vain and such a pain. Supermodels, supermodels

Drugs, I like to take 'em, they expand my mind. Don't care what anyone says, we know that this is true. It's up to us, not up to you. Life, ain't gonna

enough. She's every man's dream in her lingerie, but God did she nag about Match Of The Day. Supermodels, supermodels, they are so vain and such a pain. Supermodels, supermodels