Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
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All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
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She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish
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She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
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But it's easier to say "I love you,"
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than "Yours sincerly" I suppose
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All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes
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Big sister's clothes
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The sport of kings, the old queen's heart
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The prince in darkness stole some tart
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And it's in the papers, it's in the charts
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It's in the stop press before it all starts.
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With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
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With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
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Compassion went out of fashion
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That's all your concern meant
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Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements
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[Chorus]
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Big Sister's Clothes
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| Elvis Costello |
