| Listen girl you’ve been so good
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| I don’t want to sound too rude
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| But I am not falling into you, to see it through
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| I don’t want to be this way
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| But I can no longer stay
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| Don’t give me that cynic’s look
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| And judge the cover of this book
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| Like I mistook my Chicane, my chicane, nice you came
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| I don’t know what’s in your head
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| Why don’t you tell me instead
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| I don’t want obituaries or talk about
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| The birds and bees
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| My Chicane, no name, my chicane
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| You claim my name chicane
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| Chicane, chicane, chicane
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| Since you really want to know
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| I really hate to let you go
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| Since I really cannot show
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| You ask me you need to know
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| Where to go, where to go
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| My Chicane, nice you came, my chicane
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| Nice you came, chicane |