[Verse 1] Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove Shes got eyes like saucers, oh you think shes a dish She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish [Chorus] But its easier to say I love you Than Yours sincerely I suppose All little sisters like to try on big sisters clothes Big sisters clothes [Bridge] The sport of kings, the old queens heart The prince in darkness stole some tart Its in the papers, its in the charts Its in the stop press before it all starts [Verse 2] With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments Compassion went out of fashion, thats all your concern meant Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements [Chorus] But its easier to say I love you Than Yours sincerely I suppose All little sisters like to try on big sisters clothes Big sisters clothes Big sisters clothes Big sisters clothes
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