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And now she's waiting
For the pope in rome
To etch her holy name
In the book of saints
Now she's turning in her grave
She waits
For her holy man to help her
Turn the page
And now she's waiting
For her right hand man
To show her all the
Necessary tricks of the trade
So she'll keep a steady beat
That he's asked her kindly
To graciously complete
She's talking about nothing
She's laughing about nothing
She's talking about nothing
She's laughing about nothing
She's talking about nothing
She's laughing about nothing
She rides around
On an automatic donkey
She puts the knife in
As she pats you on the back
She wrote the book
On how to fuck a monkey
To reassure you
That you are quite a man
Yeah, you are quite a man
Ooooooooh...
And now she's trading in
Her soul for time
So the meter won't run out on her
In the middle of her
Dream come true
She's all alone now
With nothing left to do
She's talking about nothing
She's laughing about nothing
She's talking about nothing
She's laughing about nothing
She's talking about nothing
She's laughing about nothing
She rides around
On an automatic donkey
She puts the knife in
As she pats you on the back
She wrote the book
On how to fuck a monkey
To reassure you
That you are quite a man
Yeah, you are quite a man
Ooooooooh...
