Losing Sleep…
¶ 1
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Do you want to be the manager
With swivel chair and filter tips
Or the golden icon striker
Blond highlights and swivel hips
Would you apply to be the kitman
Dirty socks and sweaty shirts
Or the shovel gloved keeper
Who goes in where it hurts
You could train as a physio
Gashed heads and shattered knees
Or you could be a loyal supporter
And do just as you please
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