I'm not fond of repetition
I know that it's a big tradition
But so is I love you baby
Never gonna give you up, let you down
Or keep you hanging on
I'm not fond of repetition
If I seem set in my position
Basking in superstition
Six six six and sexy
Got nothin' to lose even less to amuse you
Or did I write that bit just to confuse you
Cos I'm not fond of repetition
If it isn't about my prowess
Or the state of your undress
How will I know which button to press
Take a long last lick
Make your story stick
It's not my faulty timing
The moon in June, the bitch and swine
It's this very last fucken line
I'm not fond of repetition