| The sun’s goin' down and I just came back
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| You’re goin' out with friends
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| You’re in a dress I’ve never seen before, and your lipstick
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| A deeper shade of red
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| Your kiss goodbye don’t hit quite right
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| And neither does your alibi
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| Yeah baby, do your thing
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| Go on and have a good time
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| I don’t believe it
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| You got me feeling like a pistol
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| Whatever you say
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| Who’s in your heart shaped locket?
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| Sittin' in the dark, tellin' myself
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| Everything’s cool
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| I’m not the jealous type, but I’m startin' to feel like
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| A heartbroke fool
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| Sippin' on a half drunk pint that’s startin' to
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| Rattle up my brain
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| Are my instincts right or am I drinkin'
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| Myself insane?
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| I don’t believe it
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| You got me feeling like a pistol
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| Whatever you say
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| Who’s in your heart shaped locket?
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| You just got home, must’ve lost your keys
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| 'Cause you’re sneakin' in the window
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| You see me sittin' there, you don’t say a thing
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| 'Cause you know that I know
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| I don’t believe it
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| You got me feeling like a pistol
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| Whatever you say
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| Who’s in your heart shaped locket? |