Intuition tells me
 About the kind of clothes I should wear
 But intuition won't help me
 To become a self made millionaire

 There's always someone on the phone
 Getting stupid undone
 Wants to know what can't be go
 I don't care

 Never say your sorry
 Let science turn your head
 Cos when you start to worry
 Then you're better off being dead

 Intuition tells me
 Of the ways I can cut my hair
 But intuition can't help me
 Because its seldom there