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Elizabeth Rigby; Ah, look at all the sickly people
Ah, look at all the sickly people; Elizabeth Rigby
Picks up the mud in the street where the dog has just been
It's a real scream
Waits at the window
Wearing the lace that she keeps in a drawer for the Moor
What is it for? All the sickly people
Where do they all come from?
All the sickly people
Where do they all belong? Karl Lagerfeld
Drawing the face of a mug that no one will see
No one cares in the least
Look at him working
Donning a dress in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care? All the sickly people
Where do they all come from?
All the sickly people
Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the sickly people
Ah, look at all the sickly people; Elizabeth Rigby
Fell in the loo and was buried in her waste
Noting the taste
Karl Lagerfeld
Wiping the ink from his hands as he sees the story in Sky
No one will try; All the sickly people (ah, look at all the sickly people)
Where do they all come from?
All the sickly people (ah, look at all the sickly people)
Where do they all belong?
