| Well, I’m just not sure it’s the same any more
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| You must have ten good reasons to leave your lover boy
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| 'Cause I don’t get in 'til half past three
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| And the shit I walk on comes in with me
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| But I don’t want nobody else but you
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| Well, I look around, try to find another soul
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| Wanna be a John Lennon, wanna be something more
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| But I can’t change, it’s the same old me
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| And the shit I walk on comes in with me
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| But I don’t want nobody else but you
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| Nobody else can dance the way you do
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| Nobody else romances me or takes a second chance on me like you
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| Like you
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| Well I love you pitifully poor, this is true
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| But for ten more summers I don’t know what I would do
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| Well I’m such a fool I must agree
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| 'Cause the shit I walk on comes in with me
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| But I don’t want nobody else but you
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| Nobody else can dance the way you do
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| Nobody else romances me or takes a second chance on me like you
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| Like you |