Intuition tells me
   About the kind of clothes I should wear
   But intuition won't help me
   To become a self made millionaire
  
   There's always someone on the phone
   Getting stupid undone
   Wants to know what can't be go
   I don't care
  
   Never say your sorry
   Let science turn your head
   Cos when you start to worry
   Then you're better off being dead
  
   Intuition tells me
   Of the ways I can cut my hair
   But intuition can't help me
   Because its seldom there