| Do the bad thing
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| Take off your wedding ring
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| But it won’t make it that much easier
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| It might make it worse
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| Oh, the night’s like a whirlwind
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| Somebody’s girlfriend’s talking to me, but it’s alright
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| She’s saying that he’s not gonna slap me or try to attack me
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| He’s not the jealous type
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| And I only need to get half an excuse and I’m away
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| But when there’s no excuses, that’s much easier to say
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| I’ve been before
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| And all these capers make us too good for her to ignore
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| See, she’s talking but I’m not entirely sure
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| Do the bad thing
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| Take off your wedding ring
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| But it won’t make it that much easier
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| It might make it worse
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| Oh, a sudden disheartener
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| Somebody’s partner’s talking to me
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| But I don’t know that is what she isn’t
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| She murmurs things to confirm that the tragedy is true
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| And I knew, how could she not? |
| She could have anyone she wants
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| And I’m struggling to think of an immediate response
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| Like, «I don’t mind, it’d be a big mistake for you to wait
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| And let me waste your time
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| Really, love, it’s fine»
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| I said, «Really, love, it’s fine»
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| And then the first time it occurred that there was something to destroy
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| I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy
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| Oh, but she carried on suggesting, a struggle to refuse
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| She said, «It's the red wine this time,» but that is no excuse |