No. 1's Cooking
Everyone is twisted
Except the girl with the
Funny tattoo on her ankle
Funny tattoo on her knee
I wish it was me
Money and pleasure make me tick
Enough to make you sick
She's a modern muse
With a mixed up bruise
Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
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Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
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But we've all got our place
This planet's got its funny ways
We just have a good time
They have a bad time
It's just awful doing nothing
When everything's so fine
Treading on a fragile line
We can't ignore the suffering
But we do
Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
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Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
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And when the leaves turn brown
I hope I've still got my feet on the ground
It's too easy to feel guilty
Basically it's got to be said,
That anyone with a pretty head
Could save the world instead,
And I'm a guilty girlish thing
But charity makes my ego ring
Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
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Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking
Whichever way you're looking
Number one's the one that's cooking
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And all that is just twisted