You might think that you want to hold me
  You might think that you'd like to scold me
  Even believe that you can control me
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  You fantasize you'd like to get me alone
  Do you imagine that you could own me?
  Well that's a weakness that I've outgrown
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  You silly little man
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  Get down and kneel
  Turn on your heel
  'Cos my ideal is more genteel
  
  And I won't be told by new recruits
  Not to drop my "aitches"
  Or to show my roots
  'Cos you're not fit to lick my lovely little leather boots
  What's the matter are you queer?
  Or isn't that what you wanted to hear?
  
  On your imitation leather sofa
  In your knocked-off suit
  And your penny loafer
  And a foreign film that you have such hopes for
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  Adjani, Dalle and Fanny Ardant
  He says "all those french birds give me a hard-on"
  Suffer me as I beg to differ while you beg their pardon
  
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  You silly little man
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  Get down and kneel
  Turn on your heel
  'Cos my ideal
  Is more genteel
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