End of a Century
She said there's ants in the carpet
Dirty like monsters Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle Good morning tv
You're looking so healthy
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And we all say Don't want to be alone
We wear the same clothes Because we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips When we say goodnight
End of the century... it's nothing special
Sex on tv Everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty He gives her a cuddle
They're glowing in a huddle Good night tv
You're all made up And you know that
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Can you eat her yes you can
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