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A Nifty Little Number Like You

You smell like a field

Cow-shit in the midsummer sun

I must have been mad

But I gave you all the bread that I had

(Ooh, that's bad)

Your mother's a freak

You know, she made me weak in my knees

Yes, you're under her thumb

Why don't you pack your bags and run

(And run)

You thought I was hooked

Showing me off to your friends

Wearing me like a badge

Was the only kick you ever had

(Hey, that's bad)

I tried to re-arrange your head

And show you where you were

But you were too thick

Then your mother bust her gut

And tried to make me think like her

But I was too quick

Isn't it sad

Well, I pity you now I'm not there

Yes, I hope you pull through

But you're locked in your social zoo

Please shave your legs

Come on, put down that horse and behave

You know, I've seen it before

I ain't never gonna see it no more, no, no, no

Oh, yeah

Well, your whole domestic scene

And the way your life was run

It made me so sick

(So sick)

That a nifty little number like you

Could show anyone a few tricks

Humble Pie

A Nifty Little Number Like You / Humble Pie

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