Everyday i see you wearing things that have never been worn before
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While the children at the Government schools send money for the poor
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And all you buy you bargain for, with your little man
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So that from your silks down to your palamour
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Your tres, tres, paragon
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So its a backbeach in the summer
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The Chalet for the snow
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You poor Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci mama
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You got really no place to go
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Antiques flown in from Venice fill your house upon the hill
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While your money sold ya soul, love of rock and roll
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For some cheap disco thrill
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I've seen your peers pouting over Beers
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The loneliness it showes
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Mistaking tacky Sex for Sensuality
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They bought in Toorak road
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So its a backbeach in the summer
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The Chalet for the snow
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You poor Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci mama
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You got really no place to go
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Inside her empty Castle
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Her lonely heart will dwell
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The life that she's been losing's
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Like some stony bagatelle
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The loving that you never found
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Dont know the reason why
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Oh Hoochie Gucci Fiorucci mama
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Dont you cry
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Hootchie Gucci Fiorucci Mama
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| Australian Crawl |
