Elizabeth Rigby
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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 car by the moor Who 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?