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Life Thru A Lens

Wake up on Sunday morning

Everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

Live your life through a lensHair is the new hat, brown is the new black

She shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear that

Pleasure and leisure, make mine a double measure with friends

Fashion tardis down at Quo Vadis

Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest

Pleasure and leisure, make mine a double measure with friends

Just because I ain't double barreled

Don't mean I haven't traveled well

Can't you tell!

Oh no it's quite appalling

Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!

Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life through a lensAnd now your boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tellShe's looking real drab just out of rehab

I'm talking football she's talking ab fab

Your clothes are very kitch

Just because your daddy is rich

You sound so funny with your voice all plummy

Now your check's just bounced better run to your mummy

And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it backJust because I ain't double barreled

Don't mean I haven't traveled well

Can't you tell!

Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley

I'll take the bends with our life through a lens

You're scared of the poor and needy

Is that why you're all inbreedy?

They're just like you, they need love tooWake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life through a lensAnd now your boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tell

Songwriters

WILLIAMS, ROBERT PETER/CHAMBERS, GUY /Published by

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