She says there`s ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish
Give her effervescence
She needs a little sparkle
Good morning TV
You`re looking so healthy
We all say, don`t want to be alone
We wear the same clothes cos we feel the same
And kiss with dry lips when we say goodnight
End of a century
Oh, it`s nothing special
Sex on the TV
Everybody`s at it
And the mind gets dirty
As you get closer to thirty
He gives her a cuddle
Glowing in a huddle
Good night TV
You`re all made up
And you`re looking like me
Can you eat her?
Yes, you can.
Oh, end of a century
Oh, it`s nothing special
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