| Listen to me, Lil'
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| And to what I’ve got to tell ya
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| I’ve been through the mill
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| And I don’t want to sell ya
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| But the game of love
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| Is hard to understand
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| So here’s some good advice
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| Never overplay your hand
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| Don’t gild the lily, Lily
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| Don’t let him know he’s your only thrill
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| Even though he knocks ya silly
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| When he looks at you with his eyes of blue
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| Don’t gild the lily, Lily
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| Don’t overdo on the sweet talk too
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| If you act a little chilly
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| He’ll be hangin' round warming up to you
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| Oh Lil', I know what I say
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| Cause I’ve been through the mill
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| So don’t gild the lily, Lil'
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| Oh Lil', I know what I say
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| Cause I’ve been through the mill
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| So don’t gild the lily, Lil'
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| Don’t gild the lily, Lily
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| Don’t let him know he’s your only thrill
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| Even though he knocks ya silly
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| When he looks at you with his eyes of blue
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| Oh Lil', I know what I say
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| Cause I’ve been through the mill
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| So don’t gild the lily, Lil'
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| Oh Lil', I know what I say
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| Cause I’ve been through the mill
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| So don’t gild the lily, Lil' |