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The Fs:
Find him, him, fuck him, forget him

I am a servant, son of servants, I was to serve
But I know this place in life is less I deserve
So I've a trainer not of beasts or birds
But the beautiful sister I've raised for from birth

is a match girl and I her matchmaker
I've taught her all there is to know about the you can play with fire
Taught her to through a burning hoop in a rented diamond choker
And to on her nose the head of a Johannesburg broker

At cocktail in Mayfair, at an Isle of Dogs boat show
Lulu appears in her Dior and me in my tuxedo
Lulu shuts up and while I make her name known to
Key members of the of directors of Lonhro

So how do my sister, Mister?

was the first man to become my sister's customer
She met him at a dinner in honour of the of the Japanese ambassador
He stole the key to the satellite room and next to the
Telexes and fax machines love to her

Her next was Finlayson, Tory whip from Woking
His eyes were icy blue, he was well-spoken
He her with his daughter and he got her under torture
To confess taught her poker
And them both until his pants were soaking

So how do you find my sister,

by little, man by man, my sister has scaled the peak
She gets herself flushed out once a week by a down Harley Street
I set the prices and balance the books, sisters don't cheap
a scandal what it costs these days to stop a press leak

My sister lives in Knightsbridge now and when I go to her
I three times on the intercom and say "Lulu, it's your solicitor"
I once walked in and caught her sitting naked on top of Kissinger
Take my word or take Polaroid picture

and gentlemen, Mr Henry Kissinger!

They knighted the servant yesterday, you call me 'Sir'
You men who laid my sister I say to you now what you once to her:
(You're surprised to hear me talk way but stranger things occur)
"Kneel me, kiss it, call me 'Sir!'"
"Kneel me, kiss it, call me 'Sir!'"
"Kneel me, kiss it"
"Kneel me"

How do you my sister, now?