| She says what has her daddy done
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| That you want him to be punished
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| When she woke up one day to find
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| That he was starting to vanish
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| But _if you hope_ (?) to hear voices
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| You know you should not be listening
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| Push the vigilant lips
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| Make a slice of her face
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| Said the scandalous whispering
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| She’s not on her own with the rest of her riches
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| As the kids paint him out of their refrigerator bitches
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| She picks up the bills and pays the babysitter
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| 'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
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| And once there was a time
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| Before you turned strange
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| She thought they’d be together
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| For more than a lifetime
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| Look at them now
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| My, how things have changed
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| He can tell his sweetheart
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| Out of any girl on just a whiff
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| And turn it from a candy to a caramel
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| And make her hate the silouette she used to feel
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| And say «I know nothing about you.»
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| Now what’s left of the birthday cake
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| Smeared and beautifully frosted
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| An absent father picks up the phone
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| To find the number’s unlisted
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| While the kids are distracted
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| She’ll notice _she's nervous at all_ (?)
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| But how long will it take
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| Not to make a mistake
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| When a gentleman comes to call
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| She’s not on her own with the rest of her riches
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| As the kids tear down their refrigerator pictures
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| They already know how a woman may advance
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| From a pretty picture hat to a supermarket trance
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| Where it is unkind, she might as well forget it
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| 'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter
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| Burnt sugar is so bitter
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| Burnt sugar
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| Burnt sugar
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| Burnt sugar |