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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

You'll see my name on a street of stars. But I can't cope now, with all the empty bars. Well it's one step forward, three steps back, your pockets empty

We're busy doing nothing, working all day through, we're trying to find lots of things not to do. We're busy going nowhere, isn't it such a crime ? we

So you are giving up drinking, you've given up fun. You're staying at home now, and getting things done. So you've given up drinking, well that's up

What's it to be rich, does it tear you apart ? When all the girls are aboard, and your yacht won't start. Does it piss you off, make you wanna cry ?

The 80's brought a wave of greed, you all bought flats you didn't need. You really thought you'd got it made, you fell into trap they laid. Mr Mortgage

Sitting in my easy chair, smoking a joint, ain't got a care. I'm unheard, I'm unseen, chilling out watching TV. She comes 'round with a gift for me,

I'm walking on fire, I'm painting the whole sky blue. Can't control my desire, can't keep my hands off of you. There's one thing I can't resist .. temptation

Oh yeah, you've been to India, where you took some drugs. Well do you think I care ? Oh yeah, you've been to the States. New York to L.A. you had it