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Your mama said you'd better wear clean pants if you're steppin' out tonightLast time you went out on the town got yourself into a fightYou keep trying to be one of the boys, but look at the way you dressGot your head up your own arsehole, and your life is just a messAll these thing that you've been trying to hide, preciousNow this burlesque is just a thin disguiseEveryone knows you're just living a lieYou're so preciousSlipping and sliding like a carpet snake with shifty beady eyesEven the numbers in your Filofax can't make you dignifiedYou've got to take a good look at yourself and ask yourself the reason whyYou make a hobby of this cruel deceit, caught up in your own liesAll these things you've been trying to hide, preciousNow this burlesque is just a thin disguiseEveryone knows you're just living a lieYou're so preciousBozo the sheriff from the local bank is sniffin' your back tiresHe's got a letter from the magistrate, they're rip offs cheats and liars Aus Songtexte Mania