Alice in Dixieland

Casanova every morning puts on a brand new car,
Thus encapsulated, he looks every last inch the star.
He dresses to be noticed, he notices every dress that comes to view,
And when he's taken off the dresses, he notes down the address for future use.

Alice tosses out smiles as if each smile tossed saved a life
She is looking for the lover who will one day make her into a wife;
She might lack the wit to realise just what should lie behind her face
But all in all conveys a certain petulant grace.

Oh, the butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker, their lives all overlap
But where does she find the place marked 'Me' on the map ?

In the morning, in the evening, every time she turns the TV on
There are people coming on to her, the patron saints of charm:
They sell with such conviction, preach with such velvet aplomb,
They all seem capable of talking the intentions out of a bomb.

Oh, the butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker, their lives all overlap
But where does she find the place marked 'Me' on the map ?

In pride of place strut the ageing politicians we elect:
We all have walk-on parts in the movies they'd like to direct;
When they get up to speak, it all sounds mighty fine,
But I'm afraid it's a case of the deaf leading the blind.

Oh, the butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker, their lives all overlap
But where do we find the place marked 'Me' on the map ?
Where do we find the place marked 'Me' on the map?

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