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I got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner must be hung up for a week My best friend he shoots water rats, and feeds them to his geese Doncha think there's a place for you, in between the sheets? Come now, honey, we can build a place for three Come on now honey, don't ya wanna live with me? There's a score of hair-brained children They're all locked in the nursery They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks They're so 20th century Well, they cue up for the bathroom 'round about 7:35 Don't ya think we need a womans touch to make it come alive? You'd look good pram pushing, down the high street Come on now honey, doncha wanna live with me? Oh, the servants they're so helpful, dear The cook she is a whore Yes, the butler has a place for her behind the pantry door The maid, she's French, she's got no sense She's from the Crazy Horse When she strips, the chauffeur flips The footman's eyes be crossed Oh, don'cha think there's a place for us, right across the street Don't ya think there's a place for you, in between the sheets? Get This Ringtone

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