| Don’t get smart or sarcastic
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| He snaps back just like elastic
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| Spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics
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| We break wise guys just like matchsticks
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| What would the loved ones say
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| (Your pride and joy is all blown up)
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| What would the loved ones say
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| (The bride and boy are barely grown up)
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| You’re not my particular poison
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| I’ve got nothing against you myself
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| You could have been a danger to the boys and girls
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| Now you’re a danger to yourself
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| Oh what would the loved ones say
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| What would the loved ones say
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| Oh what would the loved ones say
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| What would the loved ones say
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| The ugly little dreams run round your bed
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| The ugly little scenes you get the needle and no thread
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| They stitched you up this time
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| They say you’ll do
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| They bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you
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| The butcher the baker and the baseline maker
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| Say you can leave her I can take her
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| You spend your whole life like a minute or two later
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| One day its going to end sooner than greater
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| What would the loved ones say
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| (He'll be remembered young and pretty)
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| What would the loved ones say
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| (Now he’s a hit in every city)
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| Now there’s a name we’ll never forget
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| There’s one born every minute or two
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| Don’t pin a medal on me yet
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| They might be waiting for you
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| Oh what would the loved ones say
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| What would the loved ones say
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| Oh what would the loved ones say
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| What would the loved ones say
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| P. P. S. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U
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| P. P. S. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U
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| P. P. S. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U
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| P. P. S. I L-O-V-E Y-O-U |