Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
Shes got eyes like saucers oh you think shes a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

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But its easier to say I love you,
Than yours sincerly I suppose
All little sisters like to try on big sisters clothes
Big sisters clothes

The sport of kings, the old queens heart
The prince in darkness stole some tart
And its in the papers, its in the charts
Its in the stop press before it all starts.

With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion
Thats all your concern meant
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements

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