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Sylvilla looked into her mirror |
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Percilla looked into the washing machine |
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And the drudgery of being wed |
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She was so jealous of her sister |
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And her liberty, and her smart young friends |
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She was so jealous of her sister |
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Sylvilla looked into the wardrobe |
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Percilla looked into the frying pan |
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And the bacon and eggs |
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And the breakfast is served |
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She was so jealous of her sister |
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And her way of life, and her luxury flat |
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She was so jealous of her sister |
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She threw away her dirty dishes just to be free again |
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Her women's weekly magazines just to be free again |
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And put the children in the nursery just to be free again |
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Percilla saw her little children |
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And then decided she was better off |
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Than the wayward lass that her sister had been |
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No longer jealous of her sister |
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So she ran 'round the house with her curlers on |
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No longer jealous of her sister |
