There's always something pulling me down,   always someone hanging around,   and I can't seem to get away.      It's always someone doing me in,   always something under my skin,   and I can't seem to wash it clean.      "Clean is not for you,"    she says,    "It's for the others,   so leave it alone."      And I just can't find the stomach to eat.   I'm uninclined towards some people I meet.   So where on earth does that leave you?      "Clean is not for you,"    she says,    "It's for the others,   so leave it alone."      It's always something.   It's always something,   or someone ------- with me.      "Clean is not for you,"    she says,    "It's for the others.    So, leave it alone."    Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-oohooh-ooh ooh oohooo.    Ooh.