Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
  All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
  She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish
  She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish
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  But it's easier to say "I love you,"
  than "Yours sincerly" I suppose
  All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes
  Big sister's clothes
  
  The sport of kings, the old queen's heart
  The prince in darkness stole some tart
  And it's in the papers, it's in the charts
  It's in the stop press before it all starts.
  
  With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
  With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
  Compassion went out of fashion
  That's all your concern meant
  Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements
  
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