You're flouncing in a disco
With populist bravado
It's middle of the road but there you go
And when you use the men's room
The man in there befriends you
Then taps you for a quid and sprays your throat

You're getting a few maybes
From several so-so ladies
Most of them are doing what you need
But you don't really want it
It's just a short-term tonic
Systems of avoidance that you feed

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It's just something to think about
I won't judge your ways
But I love you man and I'll feel the buzz
The day you turn the page

You don't need to go on a holiday
To scrape away decay
You're a grown man
You know what it takes
To do the right thing

If it gets to get to you
Get a better energy
When it gets to get you low
Get on better energy
If it gets to get to you
Get a better energy
When it gets to get you low
Get it by the throat

You're running out of corners
You're friends have tried to warn you
The more you cut the more you'll fail
And now you look to blame me
The irony is crazy
Ditch the oars and grab the sail

Don't leave this too late
Whip it back into shape
Don't leave this too late
Whip it back into shape

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