| Bad lovers face to face in the morning
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| Shy apologies and polite regrets
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| Slow dances that left no warning of Outraged glances and indiscreet yawning
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| Good manners and bad breath get you nowhere
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| Even presidents have newspaper lovers
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| Ministers go crawling under covers
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| Shes no angel
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| Hes no saint
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| Theyre all covered up with white washed grease paint
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| And you say…
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| The teacher never told you anything but white lies
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| But you never see the lies
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| And you believe
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| Oh you know you have been captured
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| You feel so civilized
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| And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves
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| The salty lips of the socialite sisters
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| With their continental fingers that have
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| Never seen working blisters
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| Oh I know theyve got their problems
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| I wish I was one of them
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| They say daddys coming home soon
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| With his sergeant stripes and his empire mug and spoon
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| No more fast buck
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| And when are they gonna learn their lesson
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| When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions
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| And you say… |