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History repeats the old conceitsThe glib replies the same defeatsKeep your finger on important issuesWith crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissuesI'm just the oily slickOn the windup world of the nervous tickIn a very fashionable hovelI hang around dying to be torturedYou'll never be alone in the bone orchardThis battle with the bottle is nothing so novelSo in this almost empty gin palaceThrough a two-way looking glassYou see your AliceYou know she has no senseFor all your jealousyIn a sense she still smiles very sweetlyCharged with insults and flatteryHer body moves with maliceDo you have to be so cruel to be callousAnd now you find you fit this identikit completelyLetras de cancionesYou say you have no secretsAnd then leave discreetlyI might make it California's faultBe locked in Geneva's deepest vaultJust like the canals of mars and the great barrier reefI come to you beyond beliefMy hands were clammy and cunningShe's been suitably stunningBut I know there's not a hope in HadesAll the laddies cat call and wolf whistleSo-called gentlemen and ladiesDog fight like rose and thistleI've got a feelingI'm going to get a lot of griefOnce this seemed so appealingNow I am beyond belief From Letras Mania