How Do You Find My Sister? Lyrics - Momus

The four Fs: 

Find him, feel him, fuck him, forget him 

I am a servant, son of servants, I was born to serve 

But I know this place in life is less than I deserve 

So I've become a trainer not of beasts or birds 

But the beautiful sister I've raised for this from birth 

Lulu is a match girl and I her matchmaker 

I've taught her all there is to know about the games you can play with fire 

Taught her to jump through a burning hoop in a rented diamond choker 

And to balance on her nose the head of a Johannesburg broker 

At cocktail hour in Mayfair, at an Isle of Dogs boat show 

Lulu appears in her Dior dress and me in my tuxedo 

Lulu shuts up and shimmers while I make her name known to 

Key members of the board of directors of Lonhro 

So how do find my sister, Mister? 

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Johnson was the first man to become my sister's customer 

She met him at a dinner in honour of the brother of the Japanese ambassador 

He stole the key to the satellite room and next to the computers 

Telexes and fax machines made love to her 

Her next conquest was Finlayson, Tory whip from Woking 

His eyes were icy blue, he was impeccably well-spoken 

He caught her with his daughter and he got her under torture 

To confess she'd taught her poker 

And spanked them both until his pants were soaking 

So how do you find my sister, Minister? 

Little by little, man by man, my sister has scaled the peak 

She gets herself flushed out once a week by a quack down Harley Street 

I set the prices and balance the books, sisters don't come cheap 

It's a scandal what it costs these days to stop a press leak 

My sister lives in Knightsbridge now and when I go to visit her 

I buzz three times on the intercom and say "Lulu, it's your solicitor" 

I once walked in and caught her sitting naked on top of Henry Kissinger 

Take my word or take this Polaroid picture 

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Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Henry Kissinger! 

They knighted the servant yesterday, today you call me 'Sir' 

You men who laid my sister I say to you now what you once said to her: 

(You're surprised to hear me talk this way but stranger things occur) 

"Kneel before me, kiss it, call me 'Sir!'" 

"Kneel before me, kiss it, call me 'Sir!'" 

"Kneel before me, kiss it" 

"Kneel before me" 

How do you find my sister, now?