| He selects the plainest face form a spiteful row of girls
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| Elegant insulted women, a flaw of cultured pearls
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| He drops a name or two, she fails to catch
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| At last he’s met his match
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| Unspoiled and unaffected, he wants her so much
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| She puts up half-hearted resistance, like she was taught to do She’s heard some of those small town playboys but this is something new
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| His promise seems dangerous, she’d like to believe
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| He says «You'd better leave»
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| «You've only got yourself to blame, shame, or deceive»
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| The waiting lines are long
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| They never get too far
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| Everyone wearing that medal with pride
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| Harpies Bizarre
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| I looked on but hesitated
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| I failed to interrupt
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| You’re so hard to tell the truth to So easy to corrupt
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| I’ll memorize your face
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| Your tragic smile
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| The hurt look in your eyes
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| As you betrayed yourself to the part of him that dies
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| The waiting lines are long
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| They never get too far
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| They’re shining up their shoes to kick a falling star
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| You think you should be somebody
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| But you don’t know who you are
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| Everyone wearing that medal with pride
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| Harpies Bizarre |