Elvis Costello
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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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Fill in the blanks, you silly little man
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Get down and kneel, turn on your heel
'Cos my ideal is more genteel, feel me now

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?
Feel me now

On your imitation leather sofa
In your knocked-off suit and your penny loafers
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 I beg your pardon

Fill in the blanks, you silly little man
Fill in the blanks
Get down and kneel, turn on your heel
'Cos my ideal is more genteel, feel me now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah