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    Your mama said you'd better wear clean pants if you're steppin' out tonight,
    Last time you went out on the town got yourself into a fight,
    You keep trying to be one of the boys, but look at the way you dress,
    Got your head up your own arsehole, and your life is just a mess;
    CHORUS:
    All these thing that you've been trying to hide - precious -
    Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise,
    Everyone knows you're just living a lie
    You're so precious.
    Slippin' and sliding like a carpet snake with shifty beady eyes,
    Even the numbers in your Filofax can't make you dignified,
    You've got to take a good look at yourself and ask yourself the reason why
    You make a hobby of this cruel deceit - caught up in your own lies;
    All these things you've been trying to hide - precious -
    Now this burlesque is just a thin disguise
    Everyone knows you're just living a lie
    You're so precious
    Bozo the sheriff from the local bank is sniffin' your back tires
    He's got a letter from the magistrate, they're rip offs cheats and liars

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    Composición: Richard Clapton

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