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She had a face-lift to keep her chin up She was forever feeling low 17.99 from Argos, she had a discount code He had a Big Ben heart, an only child with a ten-ton aorta But the pressure, the pressure was enough to oxygenate the moon His mother wanted a daughter with a face to light up the room Always chasing the rapture They beg you to Clap your hands make a lot of noise For the handsome girls and the pretty boys Hungry for adoration They beg you to Raise your arms like you got a choice They rule this world so we lift our voice To the handsome girls and the pretty boys They met in Knightsbridge, but they never hit it off Their feelings were soft as snow Bone dry, sawdust filled decanters from Atlanta They were just for show They were just for show Always chasing the rapture They beg you to clap your hands Make a lot of noise For the handsome girls and the pretty boys Hungry for adoration They beg you to raise your arms like you got a choice Give in to sin and just rejoice For the leaders to whom we lift our voice You'd better clap your hands, make a lot of noise For the handsome girls and the pretty boys
