I know he owns a paper Kate, but I buy one every day;
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It's not that he's rich and successful that you love him, so you say,
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Which makes me feel so much better, Kate, cos I'm not any of those;
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And, just like him, that's got nothing to do with my abilities: God, no -
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As it is, I'm still renting, and the place can get a little drab,
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But at least you know in two decades' time I won't look like his dad.
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There's a tall poppy syndrome, Kate, that is ready to attack:
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Come with me and I'll guarantee you won't get any of that flack;
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There's sneering two bit disaffected maladjusted types
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Ready with their oh so moral high ground jeering hype
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Condemning you just because you are who you are -
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I'd drive round now and rescue you, 'cept the diff's gone on my car.
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It's not too late: give him the a and come with me to Airport West -
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We've got a brand new shopping mall with a eight cinema multiplex;
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There's a half tube skateboard ramp and the waterslide's the best -
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Down Airport East they say we're snobs, but I know you'll be impressed.
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In Airport East they ain't got much, so all they do is slag,
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Just like the people whose weddings don't make the women's mags
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I'm interested in wog ball and I really like Acca Dacca;
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And I'm better than him 'cos I'm a store man as well being a Packer.
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Cos, I'm a bit short of cash right now, but before rumors get about,
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Any one says I like you for your dough, I'll snap the bastard out.
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If I marry you I'll be famous, Kate, but they won't take my privacyA¡¦
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Enough about me: what about you - what do you think of me?
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I'll just assume it's a done deal, then, and get on with the rest,
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Like finalizing photo rights and which tabloid offer's the best -
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Give it a break, Kate, you can't complain if we make a buck:
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Our marriage could set up us for life, with a little bit of luck.
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I could be rich and famous Kate, just you mark my words:
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Why marry some unknown jerk from the outer suburbs?
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Kate - Fischer Of Men
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