| You got a smart mouth,
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| Dripping with that southern charm.
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| And I’ll be sure to make a point of you,
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| So don’t go too far.
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| Oh, you thought you had me fooled,
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| When you were spinning tales,
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| Of love and rendezvous.
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| But I’m over it.
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| Yeah, I’m over you.
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| Your hands are still as red
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| As the lipstick you smeared on me,
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| So lovingly.
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| You can’t solve all your problems,
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| Cramped up in the backseat.
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| It’s surprising with all your delusions.
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| You so convincingly give off the illusion
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| Of stable and charming.
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| Your talent’s alarming.
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| Well, darling,
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| You’re losing your touch.
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| You thought you had me fooled,
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| When you were spinning tales,
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| Of love and rendezvous.
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| But I’m over it.
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| Yeah, I’m over you.
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| Take it from me, princess,
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| You’re not the brightest crown in the box.
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| 'Cause lies have a way of reaching the top,
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| Surfacing where you thought that they would stop.
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| But I’ve got ears,
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| And more wit than you do.
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| You’ve been caught,
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| Lacking truth.
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| It’s a wonder how you could love anyone else,
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| When you’re head over heels in love with yourself. |