Sparks - Complaints
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Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

Complaints, its my department
Complaints, its my department
Everything you wear is too tight and clashes with the candlelight
Just give it back, no questions asked

and nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

complaints, its stereophonic
Complaints, its ironic
How they chatter, how they bore us
Like some avant gardish chorus
Just give it back, no questions asked

Well I'll dive off the mezzanine
If one more points at crooked seam
A sign of shoddy workmanship
Of asianic hands that slipped
Just give it back no questions asked

Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear

Complaints, there's to many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower
Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our complaining
Take her to Spain and hear her complain

and now she says that she's expecting
And that's my fault for not protecting
Her from all the risks of passion
She's complaining, she's old fashioned
Just give it back, no questions asked

Complains, complaints
Complaints, its my department
Complaints, its my department
Complaints, its stereophonic
Complaints, its ironic
Complaints, there's too many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower