Well, you're a waste of space
No natural grace
You're so bloody thin
You don't even begin

To interest me
Not even curiousity
It's not animosity
Just don't interest me

Well, you're an energy void
A black hole to avoid
No style, no heart
You don't even start

To interest me
Not even curiousity
It's not animosity
Just you don't interest me

Oh, come on!

You're a disgrace!

Tell me
Why don't you tell me?
Why don't you tell me?
Why don't you tell me?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh, tell me
Why don't you tell me?
Tell me
Why don't you tell me?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (la-la, oh, oh)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Last time, now
Tell me
Why don't you tell me?


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"Mannequin" as written by Colin Newman Bruce Gilbert

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    General CommentWhile the idea of this being an anti-fashion song is very interesting and seems to be pretty well grounded in the lyrics and title, the idea that punk was anti-fashion is entirely wrong. The members of the Sex Pistols were chosen by their manager Malcolm McLaren who knew all of them because they were frequent customers and employees of his boutique clothing store that specialized in fetish and bondage clothing.
    rooney131on June 07, 2013   Link

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