| I spotted you out in a bad place
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| Pock marks and scars
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| Painted on your face
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| Talked to me, charmed me
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| Bought me a Bacardi
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| Asked please to walk me home
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| We met in a bad place
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| I spotted your face
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| Because of the scar
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| It went right down across your cheek
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| Made you look scary
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| I guess you are
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| My sister’s face fell to the gutter
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| You can’t be going
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| Out with that nutter
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| Thought she’d know better
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| Daddy’s girl, bed-wetter
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| I didn’t hear a word
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| Don’t bring trouble to our home
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| The words that my mother said
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| I blush thinking of the time
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| We sullied my parents' bed
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| I don’t want that boy round here
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| Added my father then
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| No more going out for you
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| If I see his face again
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| We carried on dating
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| You said you’d waited
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| So long for this chance
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| It seems I misunderstood you
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| Foolishly thought that
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| You meant romance
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| My brother came back from his travels
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| And this is where
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| The story unravels
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| It seems that you’ve been enemies
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| Since your teens
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| Oh what a fool I’ve been
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| Don’t bring trouble to our home
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| The words that my mother said
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| Please don’t say I told you so
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| I’m wishing he was dead
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| I don’t want that boy round here
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| Added my father then
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| No more need to worry dad
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| You won’t see that boy again
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| What did you think when you held me
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| And gently kissed my face
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| All of the time acting
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| Playing out your vendetta game
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| It’s all there in your scar
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| Just how brutal you are
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| (Cathy sings her first verse, backing up Amelia in this verse)
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| I spotted you out in a bad place
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| Pock marks and scars
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| Painted on your face
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| Talked to me, charmed me
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| Now you you just alarm me
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| I won’t be fooled again
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| I won’t be fooled again
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| I won’t be fooled again |