Now you’re talking in headlines Up to the minute and free Stop press - hold the front page Up as your mirror Are you reading me? I watch you walking in waltz time A jig-saw puzzle in tune Or are you fakin' a straight line To suit yourself too soon? Rather nouveau than never Contemporary ideal Some natural kind of poet might slow it But she sells more my speed She sells country and modern Ancient western song Of oriental confusion You so right, me so wrong Now you’re fixin' to fly me Auto-erotic pleas Off the record you’re glidin' Your lingerie’s a 'gift-wrap' - 'Slip it to me' Nine till five The daily grind Made-up eyes make up my mind Same machine consuming me, consuming you Know why She sells? I need . Oh I see why She sells - I need. 1 have viewed this page!
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