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Oh I'm the older sister |
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Airbrushed to buggery, so very loverly |
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Oh oh, no, oh oh |
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Well hello, I've come across a quote |
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That very nearly describes me |
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How can I redeem myself |
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I moan as I pick up the ansaphone |
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Just to hear your mother complaining |
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If I am nothing why did you cling on so |
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What's the matter? |
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Didn't have anywhere else to go |
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Like an ageing extras at an LA party |
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So very tarty |
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The sands of time shift uncomfortably |
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Only they can see what I can see |
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Oh oh, no, oh oh |
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But when it comes to ageing gracefully |
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It's impossible for the likes of me |
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You'd probably murder me |
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If I mentioned surgery |
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Or anything of that nature |
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So moving right along |
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I hope you're list'ning to my song |
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I hear you never got my letter |
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Well, this is better |
