| So, you think you found yourself another mister right
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| The perfect guy to keep you warm at night
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| But what you don't know is he got one on the side
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| For every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday night
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| You don't know it and it's such a shame
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| That by Friday he's forgotten all their names
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| He's never lying when he says he's working late
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| He's working hard to get those dresses off his dates
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| But you can dry your eyes my love
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| Darling, you're not to blame
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| 'Cause, in the end, they arе all the same, all the samе
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| Oh, why must it be this way?
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| Can't believe anything they say
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| When nobody shows their face
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| In this twisted little game we play
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| Why must it be this way?
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| In the end, it's a cruel charade
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| It's our own hearts that we betray
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| In this twisted little game we play
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| So, you think you found yourself an angel in disguise
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| You swear you see it when you look into her eyes
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| But the truth is that you're blind to all her lies
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| You really think that all she wants is a nice guy
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| I'm not saying that that's not completely true
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| But what you don't know is that she's got a few
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| You're one of many, yeah I hate to break the news
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| But tell me where you think she got those Jimmy Choo's?
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| [Pre-Chorus]
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| But you can dry your eyes my love
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| Darling, you're not to blame
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| 'Cause, in the end, they are all the same, all the same
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| Oh, why must it be this way?
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| Can't believe anything they say
|
| When nobody shows their face
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| In this twisted little game we play
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| Why must it be this way?
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| In the end, it's a cruel charade
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| It's our own hearts that we betray
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| In this twisted little game we play
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| Everyone's so damn fake
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| Everyone's so afraid
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| So don't let them change your way
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| Oh, why must it be this way?
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| Can't believe anything they say
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| When nobody shows their face
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| In this twisted little game we play
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| Why must it be this way?
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| In the end, it's a cruel charade
|
| It's our own hearts that we betray
|
| In this twisted little game we play
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| Oh, why must it be this way?
|
| Can't believe anything they say
|
| When nobody shows their face
|
| In this twisted little game we play
|
| Why must it be this way?
|
| In the end, it's a cruel charade
|
| It's our own hearts that we betray
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| In this twisted little game we play |