| Oh, I promise I didn’t know he was your man
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| I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane
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| I’d rather you hate me that not understand
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| Oh, Diane
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| You pick the time and the place
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| Don’t know how much this hurts
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| I gave him my heart to break
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| Now I know he broke yours first
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| Lying right there in my bed
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| While he was lying to you
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| Believing the words that he said
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| How could we be such fools?
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| And all those nights that he’s given to me
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| I wish that I could give them back to you
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| Diane
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| I promise I didn’t know he was your man
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| I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane
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| I’d rather you hate me that not understand
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| Oh, Diane
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| You can blame me if it helps
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| That’s what a good wife would do
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| But you’re only cheating yourself
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| Choosing him over the truth
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| And all those nights that he’s given to me
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| I wish that I could give them back to you
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| Diane
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| I promise I didn’t know he was your man
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| I would’ve noticed a gold wedding band, Diane
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| I’d rather you hate me that not understand
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| Oh, Diane
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| Oh oh, Diane, Diane
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| Oh oh, Diane
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| Oh, I’d rather you hate me that not understand
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| Oh, Diane
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| And all those nights that he’s given to me
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| I wish that I could give them back to you |