| You take your clothes off
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| Right after school
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| The tea is on
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| The flame is blue
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| And you hope it won’t take
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| All afternoon
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| The TV’s waiting
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| To talk to you
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| It’s your naked body
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| On white velour
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| But there’s no feeling
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| Just weight on you
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| But you get nauseous now
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| As he speaks to you
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| Such proper language
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| For acts so cruel
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| He says «we all follow the rules
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| We can’t very well go and break them now can we?
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| For you, for you, for you.
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| Your older sisters
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| I had them too
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| But you’re my favorite
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| You know it’s true
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| You look like your mother
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| In that thin disguise
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| Your parting mouth
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| Your shining eyes
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| And the way that you hate me
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| And the length of your hair
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| It’s the reason I make you
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| It’s the bond that we share
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| Cos you were all trying to endure it
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| You could easily go and make your own life somewhere
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| Couldn’t you? |
| Couldn’t you? |
| Couldn’t you, couldn’t you, couldn’t you,
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| couldn’t you, couldn’t you?"
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| With the sun beams bright
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| You keep your eyes shut
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| Your alarm clock lies
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| Get to school on time
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| But you’re a bag of warm fluid
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| You’re the corpse in the class
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| You walk so near to your locker
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| You lay so low in the grass
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| Did you get that coat from the principal?
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| Did you get that bruise on the bus?
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| You should wash your hair more
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| You should look more like us
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| But I saw you walking once
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| Under powder blue skies
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| You looked cold still
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| Your collar was high
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| And I tried to talk to you
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| But you walked right by
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| I don’t know which I said then
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| «Hello» or «Goodbye»
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| And yet we’re all trying to be pure
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| But it isn’t a very easy thing, now is it?
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| To do, To do, To do, To do, To do, To do
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| Isn’t it, Isn’t it, Isn’t it, Isn’t it, Isn’t it, Isn’t it, Isn’t it, Isn’t it? |