With their cardboard hands by their sides,
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here's a naked man and lady
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And they're yours to cut out and keep
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So you can dress them up maybe
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They don't know just who they are, or who they're
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supposed to be
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You can make them happy or sad
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Or assume their identity
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So here they are in the departure lounge
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It's the "Gateway to the East"
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She is just another mail-order bride
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She doesn't know he's a kinky beast
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So he gives her a picture of Maradona and child
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She wants to "roll and rock"
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As he spills his beer over her, bumps and he
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grinds, as he repeats "Bang-Cock"
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[Chorus:]
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There must be something that is better than this
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It starts with a slap and ends up with a kiss
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Begins with you bawling and it ends up in tears
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Oh my little one, take that chewing gum out of
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your ears
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She might as well be in the jungle
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She might as well be on the moon
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He's away on a business trip, in Dusseldorf [sic], but
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she's becoming immune
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To the lack of glamour and danger in a West-
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German city today
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The nearest she comes to the "Dynasty" he
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promised her
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Is a Chinese takeaway
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[Chorus]
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Though he only taught her three little words, it
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doesn't matter if they're dirty or clean
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He can only control what they look like
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He can never possess what they mean
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Now he wants to whisper in her ear
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All the shrinking nothingness
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But something always comes between them,
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I wonder if you can guess
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[Chorus]
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Chewing Gum
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Elvis Costello |