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You say you don't desire me
She's only a hired hand
Now you are tired of me
Expensive care is meaningless
Feeling nothing and caring less
Cut off at the pass
She knows where you were headed
She wants double-time
Or a temporary wedding
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
I thought I knew you too well
Now I find the man is a mystery
And the promises you made
Are really only ancient history
Everyday goes by without a hitch
You say the urge becomes an itch
You say that I'm no good for you, that's rich
Or am I being bitchy?
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
And the hands on the clock move so precisely
You say you only kissed her once or twice
You didn't do it for love, you didn't even do it with stealth
I can't help you now
I can't help myself
Committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts
I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts
You treat me like a piece of human furniture
You say "when", you say "so"
If you can look all that you like
But I won't let you touch and go
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
Alternate lyrics from demo version:
You say you don't desire me
You only hire me. Now you tire me
Inexpensive care is meaningless
Feeling nothing and caring less
Cut off at the pass
She knows where you were headed
She wants double-time
Or a temporary wedding
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
Crowds surround loudspeakers on a lamp-post
Listening to the murder mystery
Meanwhile someone’s in the classroom
Busy forging the books of history
I wouldn’t give that man my hand
He’d probably steal my fingers
So the sleuth ends up in stitches
And your urges turn to itches
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
I was committed to life
And then commuted to the outskirts
I was living for thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts
In the strong arms of your human furniture
You say "when", you say "so"
Well you can look all that you like
But I won't let you touch and go
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
Though she might have to wait forty-five years
For seconds of pleasure
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