| Here come your pride and joy
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| The comic little drunk
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| You call your boy
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| Making everybody smile
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| Who takes your pretty plan
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| And then becomes a disappearing man
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| After a little while
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| I saw you with your make-up running down
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| Now what’s that all about
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| You say you don’t want anyone around
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| Cause you’re all cleaned out
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| You toss the empty beer
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| Not really as composed as you appear
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| A icicle inside
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| Wearing clothes that clash
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| Wondering is this treasure, is this trash
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| Still trying to decide
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| About 5 o’clock here comes your clown
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| With the foot he’s throwing down
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| But all you say is you don’t want anyone around
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| Come not right now
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| There ain’t nothing to dream
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| You don’t want to think about it
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| I’m sorry you seem so stumped
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| And I’m sorry you think you have to hold your tongue
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| When your so pretty and smart
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| I’m seeing you caving in Becoming afraid of all these men
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| That you’ve given your heart
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| I saw you with your make up running down
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| Now what’s that all about
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| You say you don’t want anyone around
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| Cause you’re cleaned out
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| All cleaned out
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| All cleaned out |