Testo No.1's Cooking Salad
Money and pleasure make me 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 got our place, This planet's got its funny ways
We just have a good time, (They have a bad time)
It's just awful doing nothing, When everything's so fine
Treading on a fragile line, We can't ignore the suffering
(But we do)
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And when the leaves turn brown
I hope I've still got my feet on the ground
It's too easy to feel guilty
Basically it's got to be said, That anyone with a pretty head
Could save the world instead, And I'm a guilty girlish thing
But charity makes my ego ring
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And all that is just twisted