| Oh I know that she
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| Has made a fool of him
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| Like girls have done so many nights before
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| Time and time again
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| Life is so strange
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| I don’t know why
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| But somebody, somebody has to cry
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| There’s gonna be no dancing when they get home
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing when they get home
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| Now he’s telling her
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| Every little thing he’s done
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| Once he glanced at the jackets of some paperbacks
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| Now he’s read every one
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| He’s such a drag
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| He’s not insane
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| It’s just that everybody
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| Has to feel his pain
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| There’s gonna be no dancing when they get home
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| He’s getting down on his knees
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| He finds that the girl is not so easy to please
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| Oh oh, after all, his nights were just a paper striptease
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| She’s caught it like some disease
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| If he says no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing on my own
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| She can’t even speak to him
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| He can’t face her now
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| He says «Even though I wanna shake your hand
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| All I ever do is bow.
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| So now you see
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| How can it be.
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| Why can’t you give me anythin' but sympathy?»
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing
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| There’s gonna be no dancing on my own |