| Now Jack is the mack and he comes around every Monday
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| Oh Tuesday and Wednesday
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| Every day of the week
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| And even though I try to tell you that I love you from the bottom of my heart
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| You had no place for me
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| It’s all vanity now
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| You fell for one a them sweet lies
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| The ones you don’t want to believe in
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| When your heart’s not hearing
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| What your brain is saying
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| And you’re weak in the knees
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| Another sweet lie
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| The kind you don’t want to believe
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| When the heart’s in doubt you got to stay out
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| Now the wine and the roses
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| Stop coming around sometime ago
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| But you won’t admit that so, you pretend
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| I know it’s hard to look your best
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| Wearing that same old shabby dress
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| So you stay at home, waiting by the phone
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Now it gives me no pleasure to say I told you so
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| It’s been hard to keep it low
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| Knowing the things I know
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| Maybe in another place and in another time
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| Under different circumstances
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| You will find happiness, so I suggest
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| Don’t take foolish chances no
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| Repeat Verse 3:
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| Repeat Chorus |