How does it feel now you've been undressed

by a man with a mind like the gutter press

So disappointed to find it's no big sin

Lying skin to skin



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Shot with his own gun

Now dad is keeping mum

Shot with his own gun



Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away



What's on his mind now is anyone's guess

Losing his touch with each caress

Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing

He comes without warning

Leaves without feeling



Chorus



On your marks, man, ready, set

Let's get loaded and forget



The little corporal got in the way

And he got hit by an emotional ricochet

It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly

Playing house seems so melancholy



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Oh it's too sad to be true

Your blue murder's killing you