| She says she loves these United States of America
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| And the flag for which it stands, of thee I sing
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| She tells me she’s a liar, but I don’t believe her
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| She tells me almost anything
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| Placing your bet on a horse that never left the gate, now
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| You’ve got nothing left on your plate
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| But it’s better than walking around looking for another man to subjugate
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| Better than wondering what it was she just ate, oh
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| Did I make a mistake
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| When I turned it on?
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| Was my dance pattern right?
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| Was my dance pattern wrong?
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| Did I make a mistake
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| When I sang this song?
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| Was my vox too sexy?
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| Was my vox too strong?
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| Now you navigate your way around the treacherous terrain
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| Try not to step in the Darvocet and the Novocaine
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| And you’re stuck in the corner listening to some guy talk about his screenplay
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| And the crazy things he did one night in Spain
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| My dance pattern is everything that matters to me
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| The blood splatters, you should see the suckas scatter
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| Man it really is a sight to see
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| Well we’ve seen the years go by
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| But it seems we’ve reached the end of the line
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| And there ain’t no happy ending when you’re constantly pretending
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| That the good lord ripped you out of my side
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| And this time there are no feelings
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| And it feels like there’s no time
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| And it feels like it’s time to let my feelings do some time
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| Do some time, every time
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| Every time I dance with you |