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Haven't really done much since I bought my sofa Looked down the side of it to find my hopes gone Maybe I should listen and just do a week sober But I got this problem where I don't get hungover There's no need to change, so don't give me the blame I don't need to change, there's no need Hello again, how are you I was wondering what are your plans, I don't mean to intrude But there's something I'm struggling to understand That week in week out you're with a different man Oh lord, I'm sorry for your mother Your standards must have fallen way down She said, "I think you should know you got the perfect face For being on the radio or getting sent to outer space." You threw out your hook, and I think I got caught You told me it's not about looks but it's hard to talk when You've got a FACE FOR RADIO OOOOOOOH I never meant it; you know I'm just jealous Just can't seem to help it when you talk to other fellas It's not you, so maybe it's me You're playing little games With half of the city Oh Lord, feel sorry for your brother Your standards must've fallen lower than mine She said, "I think you should know you got the perfect face For being on the radio or getting sent to outer space." You threw out your hook, and I think I got caught You told me it's not about looks but it's hard to talk when You've got a FACE FOR RADIO I know I can be rude sometimes, but so can you Just want you to be jealous all the time coz you know I am too She said, "I think you should know you got the perfect face For being on the radio or getting sent to outer space." You threw out your hook, and I think I got caught You told me it's not about looks but it's hard to talk when You've got a FACE FOR RADIO FACE FOR RADIO FACE FOR RADIO
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