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He's done it all a million times The gags, the repartee, the little crimes Every audience is special and that goes for you He looks into your eyes again He never does it but he tries again That old boy lost look could bruise you black and blue Everybody's looking for a single row so they can be alone Cos every time the lights go up, they'd rather be at home I looked through all the wanted ads with a fine toothed comb And all I came up with was another evening Doing the same thing twice That's what I was doing All the drinks that he's been sinking Never ask him what he's thinking Every audience is unique and that goes for you Dead or alive you're coming with me Because everything's my cup of tea That's why I've got a gold suit and some green italian shoes Everybody says they had, but we all know they didn't It's impossible to be a little bit pregnant Give me the whole fruit cos I'm getting just a segment And all I end up with is another evening Doing the same thing twice

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