Pussy Heaven

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Oh the shoes that I wear, cost 
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nine cents an hour,

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Which ain't Norwegian union scale, 
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but hell you know I'm there,

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They retire when they're twenty, 
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with a house on a fjord,

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And when they're out of money they
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 just go and get some more,


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And if you think it though you'll 
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find as I've found,

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There just ain't enough pussy 
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heaven to go round.


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And if all the Chinese hit the 
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brakes at one time,

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The whole goddamn planet, would 
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stop on a dime,

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The one side would burn up, and 
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the other side would freeze,

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So if you feel the need to pity 
          E            A
someone you can pity me.


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And if you think it though you'll 
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find as I've found,

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There just ain't enough pussy 
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heaven to go round.


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And the moral of this story is 
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perfectly clear,

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While one guy walks the other sits
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 on daddy's lap and steers,

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The one cup's made of silver and 
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the other's made of clay,

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The rich don't ever seem to know 
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they're rich anyway,


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And if you think it though you'll 
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find as I've found,

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There just ain't enough pussy 
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heaven to go round.


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And if we all bred ponies or 
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sailed boats across the sea,

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Imagine for a minute what a mess
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 that would be,

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Cause who would drive the garbage 
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trucks, and who would sing the 
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blues,

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And how could guys like me afford,
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 to buy a pair of shoes,


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And if you think it though you'll 
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find as I've found,

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There just ain't enough pussy 
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heaven to go round.


       D            F#m           
And if you think it though you'll 
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find as I've found,

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There just ain't enough pussy 
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heaven to go round.