| I never bother to ask
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| I never bother with «please»
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| I never bother with
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| «‘scuse me miss, beggin' pardon», darlin'
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| That ain’t for me
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| I like to do things my way
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| Or I don’t do them at all
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| Cause first they ask you to compromise
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| And then the next breath demandin' you crawl
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| I guess that makes me a heathen
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| Quite possibly
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| Oh darling, I am a heathen
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| Oh, evil hearted me
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| He says I’m covered in shame
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| Says I’m covered in sin
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| But he didn’t mind my ways last night
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| And he sure ain’t mind my skin
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| But darlin' I never talk
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| You know that I never tell
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| I’ll be your tight-lipped confidante
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| Your silent jezebel
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| Hell, I guess that makes me a heathen
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| Something rarer than dirt
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| I hear ‘em callin' me heathen
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| Ooh, like they think it hurts
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| Jesus came to me one day, and he washed my sins away
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| But then I caught sight of those city lights
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| I was led astray
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| Cause darlin' I am a heathen, oh yes
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| Bitter to the bone
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| But if I am the heathen
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| Then why won’t you leave me alone?
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| Leave me alone
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| Go and leave me alone, yes baby
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| You better leave me alone, yeah baby
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| Go and leave alone, yeah baby
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| You better leave me alone
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| Ba da da da |