| My stupid mouth
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| Has got me in trouble
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| I said too much again
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| To a date over dinner yesterday
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| And I could see
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| She was offended
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| She said, «Well anyway…»
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| Just dying for a subject change
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| Oh, another social casualty
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| Score one more for me
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| How could I forget
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| Mama said, think before speaking
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| No filter in my head
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| Oh, what’s a boy to do
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| I guess he better find one soon
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| We bit our lips
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| She looked out the window
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| Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
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| I played a quick game of chess
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| With the salt and pepper shaker
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| And I could see clearly
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| An indelible line was drawn
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| Between what was good
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| What just slipped out and what went wrong
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| Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
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| Thanks for playing, try again
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| How could I forget
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| Mama said, think before speaking
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| No filter in my head
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| Oh, what’s a boy to do
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| I guess he better find one
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| I’m never speaking up again
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| It only hurts me
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| I’d rather be a mystery
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| Than she desert me
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| Oh I’m never speaking up again
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| Starting now
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| One more thing
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| Why is it my fault
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| So maybe I try too hard
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| But it’s all because of this desire
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| Just want to be liked
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| Just want to be funny
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| Looks like the joke’s on me
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| So call me Captain Backfire
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| I’m never speaking up again
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| It only hurts me
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| I’d rather be a mystery
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| Than she desert me
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| Oh I’m never speaking up again
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| I’m never speaking up again
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| I’m never speaking up again
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| Starting now
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| Starting now |