| She has three more lovers
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| But they all got cold feet
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| And I know that there were others
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| But she’s so discrete
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| Yet a wave of his hand’s enough
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| To get her back again
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| She made it thru high school
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| And she’s got a degree
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| And in many different ways
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| She’s a lot smarter than me
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| Yet a wave of his hand’s enough
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| To get her back again
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| I despise every word that he speaks
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| 'cause he tries to make her feel week
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| And he put’s her down in public
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| And he treats her like a child
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| But he’ll never make a lapdog
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| Out of something so wild
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| Yet a wave of his hand’s enough
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| To get her back again
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| I tried to convince her
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| To make it on her own
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| But she’s afraid to be a spinster
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| Afraid to be alone
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| Yet a wave of his hand’s enough
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| To get her back again
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| I despise every word that he speaks
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| 'cause he tries to make her feel week
|
| And he put’s her down in public
|
| And he treats her like a child
|
| But he’ll never make a lapdog
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| Out of something so wild
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| Yet a wave of his hand’s enough
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| To get her back again
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| I despise every move that he makes
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| 'cause I know what he’s trying to brake
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| And he put’s her down in public
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| And he treats her like a child
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| But he’ll never make a lapdog
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| Out of something so wild
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| Yet a wave of his hand’s enough
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| To get her back again |