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tick, Enough to make you sick She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise Whichever way you're looking No.1's the one that's cooking But we've all

tick, Enough to make you sick She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise Whichever way you're looking No.1's the one that's cooking But we've all

tick, Enough to make you sick She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise Whichever way you're looking No.1's the one that's cooking But we've all

tick, Enough to make you sick She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise Whichever way you're looking No.1's the one that's cooking But we've all

tick, Enough to make you sick She's a modern muse, With a mixed up bruise Whichever way you're looking No.1's the one that's cooking But we've all