Drivel Head wears her glad rags,
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She's got her keys, money and fags,
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I know that her mind is made up,
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To get rocked.
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Drivel Head needs a new man,
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As only a drivel head can,
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He's a hormonal nightmare,
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So beware.
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Another victim of line up in line,
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Line up in line is all I remember.
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Oh, how their favours change,
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You could have been kinder.
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Yes, yes, line up in line,
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Line up in line is all I remember.
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Oh, how their favours change,
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You could have been kinder.
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Drivel Head knows all the stars,
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Loves to suck their shining guitars,
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They've all been right up her stairs,
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Do you care?
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Drivel Head knows all the bands,
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Knows them like the back of her hands.
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You can't see the wood for the trees,
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On your knees.
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Another victim of line up in line,
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Line up in line is all I remember.
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Oh, how their favours change,
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You could have been kinder.
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Yes, yes, line up in line,
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Line up in line is all I remember.
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Oh, how their favours change,
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You could have been kinder.
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Line up
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| Elastica |
