| I’ve got it bad
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| But there is someone is such far worse shoes
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| And though it makes me sad to contemplate
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| My sorry fate
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| Hers is one I would not choose
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| You hurt me so
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| With your silky words and roving eye
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| Still it helps to know
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| That in this world
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| There’s some poor girl
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| Who’s far worse off than I
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| Don’t know if she has money
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| Or where she went to school
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| Don’t even know what makes her laugh
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| Still I feel sorry for the fool
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| I’ve been through hell
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| But there is someone in a far worse place
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| For th truth to tell
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| This sorry Eve
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| For whom I griev
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| Has never seen your face
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| She may toss quotes from Sartre
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| Or dig for Inca in Peru
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| She may recite some Buddhist chant
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| But still she’s hasn’t got a clue |