Big Sister S Clothes lyrics

Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She`s got eyes like saucers oh you think she`s a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

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But it`s easier to say `I love you,`
than `Yours sincerly` I suppose
All little sisters like to try on big sister`s clothes
Big sister`s clothes

The sport of kings, the old queen`s heart
The prince in darkness stole some tart
And it`s in the papers, it`s in the charts
It`s in the stop press before it all starts.

With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion
That`s all your concern meant
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements

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