I see them offering you gum
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I hear the swarming schoolkids' hum
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A tribe of polyester warriors spellbound
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They bring you offerings to please
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Like cigarettes or new LP's
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You'll have them on their knees and begging
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Just to play with your comb
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One glance from those two eyes
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Will seal your playground empire
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My oh my, what a sight for sore eyes, young Cleopatra
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My oh my, what a wonderful prize, young Cleopatra
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You'll never be a queen unless you do as you're told
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You wouldn't understand it being fourteen years old
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Don't ever give your love for free
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But then again, don't even let it be sold
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You have your teachers in a trap
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There's no age limit or no gap
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To who you set alight with firebombs, .........
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I'm glad your father is my friend
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And now that school is at an end
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He's only an excuse for me
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To wait here at your palace gates
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One glance from those two eyes
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Will seal your playground empire
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Your school uniform looks grey on others and silver on you
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Your yellow wooden rule a golden sceptre to prove it's true
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You're at the youth club near the drums
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The young guitarist buzzer strums
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Anything his royal majesty wishes
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Your borrowed perfume fills the air
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Pale nostrils start to flare
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It's more than some can bear
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But this is your court and they are your dogs
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One glance from those two eyes
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Will seal your playground empire
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Young Cleopatra
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| XTC |
