Guard your body with the best barbed wire
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And ward off foe with the fiercest of fire
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But let love unguarded into the strangest of nights
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Wear your dresses like they're up for hire
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And leave them with your humour in the tumble dryer
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And watch yourself stumble down a lane with no lights
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School like life turns some men into mice
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What you need now is a little piece of mouse advice
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Well they say be wary of strangers
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Especially if they offer you sweets
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But there ain't no government health warning
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On half the mad fuckers you meet
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Save yourself personal tradegy
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Go back to the man with the sweets
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Do yourself schooling favour
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Head back to the man with the sweets
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Those who feared cancer never had much to say
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They bored us at parties onto forty a day
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They forced us into corners and onto forty a day
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The dentiist's chair is the only time
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That anybody ever looks at their mouth
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Let the dentist give their teeth something to chatter about
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School like life turns some men into mice
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To avoid the rat-trap take the mouse's advice
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Well they say be wary of strangers
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Especially if they offer you sweets
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But there ain't no government health warning
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On half the mad fuckers you meet
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Save yourself personal tradegy
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Go back to the man with the sweets
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Do yourself schooling favour
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Head back to the man with the sweets
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A Little Piece Of Advice
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| The Beautiful South |
