| You’re a pretty little girl born with the face of an angel
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| Always been raised in the lap of luxury
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| Always got every man you wanted no matter what the cost
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| I guess you never wanted a man who needs love
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| One who needs love
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| Won’t you tell me what you think of me
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| When you’re so careless endlessly
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| Do you think it’s you I want to see tomorrow
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| 'Cause I can do without your valentines
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| You sold those once a thousand times
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| To the men who buy your lies
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| But you can kiss this one goodbye
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| The truth is in your lonely world
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| It doesn’t need one more heartache
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| And there ain’t enough room for the kind of games you play
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| No way
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| And one of these days if you need somebody
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| And no one really cares
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| You’re gonna reach out but nobody’s gonna be there
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| No one’s gonna be there
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| Won’t you tell me what you think of me
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| When you’re so careless endlessly
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| Do you think it’s you I want to see tomorrow
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| 'Cause I can do without your valentines
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| You sold those once a thousand times
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| To the men who buy your lies
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| But you can kiss this one goodbye
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| Go ahead and tell me, tell me where I’ll be
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| When you’re so careless endlessly
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| Do you think it’s you I want to see tomorrow
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| You never sell me, sell me valentines
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| The ones you sold one thousand times
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| To the men who buy your lies
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| But you can kiss me goodbye
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| Goodbye |