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Dressed up like a dog's dinnerButter wouldn't melt in your mouthIf this is a dog's lifeThen you're the cat's clothesThey hire out your sonsAnd hire out your daughtersThe man from abroad says he's already bought herAnd now you look like a lover but you're only a touristYou're either talking or yawningYou didn't listen to a thing you heardDon't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in LuxembourgYou get overYou're worried by her bodyShe's worryin' about her bodily odorYou pull offThe pull overYou say that you love her when you really loathe herServes you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe herYou're either talking or yawningYou didn't listen to a thing you heardDon't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in LuxembourgThey're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggersLetras de cancionesKick you where it really mattersSend all your friends to CoventryAnd look for your name in last night's obituariesIf you've got the DeutschmarksIf you've got the yen, thenYou get the shirt off her back and the clock off Big BenSomebody's soft touchStruck all these bargainsIn the drinking clubs with the council men makingPlans to put lead back in their pencils againYou're either talking or yawningYou didn't listen to a thing you heardDon't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg From Letras Mania