Life on Mars?

It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
And your mummy is yelling, "No!"
And your daddy has told her to go
But there is not a place to be seen
'Cause she lives in a sunken dream
To the seats with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is so sad and bored
'Cause it leaves sometimes no more
It's about to be reeled again

As they ask her to focus on sailors
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh, man, wonder if he'll never know
We're on the best selling show

The girl looked at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh, man, wonder if he'll never know
We're on the best selling show

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