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Robbie Williams Miscellaneous Life Thru A Lens Wake up on Sunday morning Everything feels so boring Is that where it ends Live your life thru a lens Hair is the new had, brown is the new black She sholdn't wear this he should wear that Pleasure at leisure make a mine a double measure with friends Fasion tardis down at Quo Vadis Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest Pleasure at leisure make a mine a doueble measure with friends Just because I ain't double barrelled Don't mean I havn't travvelled well Can't you tell! Oh no it's quite appalling Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well! Wake up on Sunday morning And everthing feels so boring Is that wher e it ends With your life thru a lens And now your boyfriend's suspicious So go home and wash the dishes And wash them well so he can't tell She's looking real drab just out of rehab I'm talking foodball she's talking ab fab Your clothes are very kitch Just because your daddy is rich You sound so funny with your voice all plummy Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back Just because I ain't double barrelled Don't mean I havn't travelled well Can't you tell! Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens You're scared of the poor and needy Is that why you're all inbreedy? They're just like you, they need love too Wake up on Sunday morning And everything feels so boring Is that wher eit ends With your life thru a lens And now your boyfriend's suspicious So go home and wash the dishes And wash them wellso he can't tell |
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