Look at young girls with your television eyes
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Fixated on nothing, telling dispicable lies
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We play on your obsession with candy
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And you do what we want you to
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So play that guitar
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And bring order to the stars
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Turn up your stereos and drive around in your cars
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And don't think about coming back home until you've never gone anywhere
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'Cos you are not sure if you are going up or down
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Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to town
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'Cos when you talk nobody listens
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You shoot to kill but you keep missing
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They got you running round in circles but it's hip to be square
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Tonight's special paranoia with a side of despair
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Oh ho!
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And one and one and one and one and one, I'm pretty sure adds up to five
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Teenage alcoholics can be oh-so entertaining when they drive
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Yeah!
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'Cos turning people into product is easy
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Turning idiots into stars is easier
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The robots and the cockroaches are gonna be the only survivors
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They're gnawing at minds with our sights and their sounds
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And this is no time for fucking around
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You can't be sure if you are going up or down
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Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to town
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When Mr. Woman comes to town
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You can't be sure if you are going up or down
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You can't be sure if you are going up or down
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You can't be sure if you are going up or down
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Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to town
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Mr. Woman
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Electric Six |