Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the candlelight Just give it back, no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, stereophonic Complaints, it's ironic How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish chours Just give it back, no questions asked I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked seams A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped Just give it back, no questions asked Nothing in the world is perfect Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear Complaints, there's to many hours Complaints, the bosses cower Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining Take her to Spain, hear her complain Now she says she is expecting That's my fault for not protecting Her from all the risks of passion She's complining, she's old-fashioned Just give it back, no questions asked Complaints, it's my department Complaints, it's my department
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