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She says there’s ants in the carpet
Dirty little 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
Chorus:
We all say, don’t want to be alone
We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of a century
Oh, it’s nothing special
Sex on the tv
Everybody’s at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night tv
You’re all made up
And you’re looking like me
Chorus
Can you eat her?
Yes, you can.
Repeat chorus twice
Oh, end of a century
Oh, it’s nothing special
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