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And the sky opened up
Like a twenty-one gun salute
And I was drenched through again
‘Cos lately you’ve been looking at me like a hammerhead
Lately you’ve been looking at me
Like a fox with a hen

Exit stage left
With your head like a box full of atomic secrets
Me setting up mousetraps
Me with knives and forks in my lap
I’ve been walking roses into pavements
I’ve been checking out books
Looking at the names and the numbers
I’ve been doing the maths
I’ve been running the tab

‘Cos I love it when you pull my teeth

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