Well I Take Off My Shoes



When I Walk In Her Door



And Try My Best To Levitate



'Cross Her Living Room Floor



'Cause You Can't Leave Tracks



When You're On Hollowed Ground



She'll Just Make You Sweep'em Up



Like You're Being Hunted Down



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She's The Queen Of Perfection



Everybody Knows Why



She's The Queen Of Perfection



And She's Soon Gonna Die



She Says, "your Body Is A Temple, Boy



You Ought To Treat It Well



But You Trash The Place And Rent It Out



Like It's Some Cheap Motel"



Then She Takes Away My Plate



Before I've Finished My Meal



And Works On My Hygiene



Against My Will



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Well, Marie Antoinette, She Said



"Let 'em Eat Cake"



While She Should Have Been Planning



Her Own Damn Escape



Now I Smile 'cross The Table



At My Lady Supreme



Knowin' That Her Coffee's Laced



With Mr. Clean



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