I walked through a revolving glass door
leaving sticky paw prints
the cleaner, cleaned to restore it's beauty
My neighbour walked through a revolving glass door
leaving sticky paw prints
the cleaner, cleaned to restore it's beauty
I suppose that's life... for a cleaner anyway
for the rest of us it's leaving sticky paw prints
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