| Chameleon, you’re breaking his heart
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| It’s in pieces on the ground — all apart
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| There’s nothing that that boy won’t do when it comes to you
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| Chameleon, you know that it’s wrong
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| But it’s fun to have someone you can pull along
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| The way you treat that boy ain’t fair, but he don’t care
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| What does it mean if you know you don’t mean it?
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| What does it say if you got nothing to say?
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| He’s just your silly little thing hanging on a string
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| Waiting by the phone praying it’ll ring
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| You know it ain’t right
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| Cause you’re never gonna do what he wants to
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| Kneeling by the bed, praying it true
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| You know it ain’t right
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| Chameleon, what’s he gonna do?
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| You gloss them lips, shake them hips
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| Honey, what’s wrong with you?
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| He’ll follow you wherever you go, and I know you know
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| You ain’t gotta tell me, he fell too fast
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| But would you just tell him it ain’t gonna last? |