| It’s started to come to me
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| Your new career would probably end like this
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| All that professional lipstick pressed into an amateur kiss
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| Farewell to the studied lines and carefully broken hearts
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| The overpowering perfume and the glimpse of her garter
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| Mingling with the sweet smoldering scent of the martyr
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| Well it’s starting to come to me (come to me, come to me)
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| Starting to come to me
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| So you began to recognize the well-dressed man that everybody loves
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| It started when you chopped off all the fingers of those pony skin gloves
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| Then you cut a hole out where the love-light used to shine
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| Your tears of pleasure equal measure crocodile and brine
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| You try to laugh it off saying «i knew all the time…
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| But it’s starting to come to me» (come to me, come to me)
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| Starting to come to me
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| Sometimes you bring me down to play reluctant confidant
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| You say you may reward him if he gives you what you want
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| But these are days to treasure and to hold
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| They are much too precious to be sold
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| You’d probably play the pirate if you weren’t so busy digging up the gold
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| Now you could tell he wanted you 'cause you almost taste it on his breath
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| But you always cheated life just like the bold dare-devil cheated death
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| Incidentally, late last night your understudy finally got what you deserve
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| In private she’s seductive but in public she’s prim, porcelain and nervous
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| Afraid someone will recognize the shame in her eyes
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| You’ve still got your dignity or the next best disguise
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| You never know when to say no and when to compromise
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| But it’s starting to come to me (come to me, come to me)
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| Starting to come to me (come to me, come to me)
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| Starting to come to me |