| If you ask me to call
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| One more time
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| I will be forced to ignore
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| Your pressure violently
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| I guess there’s no use
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| In phoning what I said
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| I’m not angry a lot
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| And I’ll politely decline
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| I’ll put an end to your query
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| I’ll pop a cork in it, scurry
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| I will
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| Then, I’ll politely decline
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| If you call me
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| And you complete as a woman
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| Now what can I do?
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| Forget your offer
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| I guess it’s a game
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| To break all the rules
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| See, my wall’s going up
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| Too hard to explain
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| That you’re really a bore
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| Leave me alone
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| I politely decline
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| You every time, it’s a clue
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| It’s not that I’m busy, it’s you
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| Find ways to make me turn blue
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| Once again, I’ll politely decline
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| When you call me
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| And may move on with your story
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| As if I told it to you
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| I’m getting a fever
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| Just from your face
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| Won’t you get out of my way
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| Get out of my pace
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| Don’t even bother trying
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| To make it all right
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| 'Cause I was lying to you
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| When I was being polite
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| Now they’re malicious, they try
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| To make you break down and cry, cry
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| For no reason why
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| For no reason why
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| Malicious, they try
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| To make you break down and cry, cry
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| For no reason why
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| For no reason why
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| If I politely decline
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| I’ll put an end to your query
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| I’ll put a cork in it, scurry
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| And get the fuck out of here!
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| Once again, I’ll politely decline
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| You withdraw me
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| And stay a lone woman
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| I politely decline
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| You every time, it’s a clue
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| It’s not that I’m busy, it’s you
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| Christ, you make me turn blue!
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| Once again, I’ll politely decline
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| When you call me
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| And may move on with your story
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| As if I told it to you
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| Ah, ah-ah, ah
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| …Exit stage right |