| Mean To Me
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| You can always be mean to me
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| Or you could keep me on side
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| We could work this out easily
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| But i don’t know if i’ll try, anymore
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| So carry on being mean to me
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| And all you’ll get is dry eyes
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| Wheres the kissing and the pleasing me
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| Its like somebody died
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| I’m giving you recipies
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| Cos you have to feed fire
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| I’m giving you chemistry
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| Cos you have to feed fire
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| I’m giving you
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| Recipies, chemistry, everything
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| Yes all of me
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| Cos you have to feed fire
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| You could always be mean to me
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| Or you could treat me nice and kind
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| You could be huggin and a’squeezing me
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| You could be holding me tight
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| But carry on the way your treating me
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| And wait for letters i won’t write
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| Wheres the kissing and the pleasing me
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| Its like somebody died
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| I’m giving you recipies
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| Cos you have to feed fire
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| I’m giving you chemistry
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| Cos you have to feed fire
|
| I’m giving you
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| Recipies, chemistry, everything
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| Yes all of me
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| Cos you have to feed fire |