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Dinner table chattering classes -
Tells us all we need to know.
Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it -
On your late, late show.

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva?
You're just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar.
It's a long way from here to CNN in America
And a red-eyed opinion too far.

Dish the dirt or dish the gravy.
Spill the beans to me.
Sinking fast in terminal boredom –
Feigned interest flying free.

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva etc.

Talking monkey, breaking news junkie, tragedies to reveal.
Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy, close in to touchy-feel.

Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step
Cut to a better chase.
Align yourself with no proposition
And simpler thoughts embrace.

Let's talk about me. Let's talk about you.
In a world of private rooms.
Hide awhile from dark stormbringers –
Sad messengers of doom.

Sadly, you can't be Ralitsa Vassileva,....

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva,....

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Dinner table chattering classes -
Tells us all we need to know.
Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it -
On your late, late show.

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva?
You're just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar.
It's a long way from here to CNN in America
And a red-eyed opinion too far.

Dish the dirt or dish the gravy.
Spill the beans to me.
Sinking fast in terminal boredom –
Feigned interest flying free.

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva etc.

Talking monkey, breaking news junkie, tragedies to reveal.
Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy, close in to touchy-feel.

Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step
Cut to a better chase.
Align yourself with no proposition
And simpler thoughts embrace.

Let's talk about me. Let's talk about you.
In a world of private rooms.
Hide awhile from dark stormbringers –
Sad messengers of doom.

Sadly, you can't be Ralitsa Vassileva,....

And do you think you're Ralitsa Vassileva,....

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Writer: Ian Anderson
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