| You can blame me,
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| Try to shame me,
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| And still I’ll care for you,
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| You can run around,
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| Even put me down,
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| Still I’ll be there for you.
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| So it’s Saturday and I’d rather be chillin'
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| But you wanna-take me with you to Karen Millen
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| To buy a new dress cause we’re goin for dinner
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| But none of yours fit cause you used to be slimmer
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| Or fatter or somethin', I don’t know anymore
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| But your stood at the door and your huffing and puffing
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| There’s no way in hell that you’re bluffing
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| Me, you and shopping ain’t up for discussion
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| Now call me a pessimist but I’ve looked in your wardrobe
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| And trust me there just ain’t one dress-I-missed
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| Know for a fact what your cupboard possesses
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| So why do you need 20 little black dresses?
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| Compliments are like rolling a dice
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| Some advice be precise when you say she looks nice:
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| «You don’t need no help from Suzannah and Trinny,
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| You’re tanned and you’re skinny, What more do you want?! |
| "
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| You can play me (Got me wrapped round you finger)
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| Try to shame me (Still I stand here and linger)
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| And still I’ll care for you (Cause you’re fit not a minger, I sit like a dog
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| whilst I’m stuck on your leash)
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| You can run around (All erratic and fiery)
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| Even put me down (Spend a week in the priory)
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| Still I’ll be there for you (I will, I will, I will, I will, love but you’re
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| clearly a loon)
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| We get back to your flat when you crack and you give me a slap
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| Cause I don’t wipe my feet on the mat
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| And for some stupid reason itís my bloody fault that you didn’t feed the cat
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| But I don’t answer back
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| I just act like a happy-chap
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| To avoid any chance of me getting one more of your smack-attacks
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| Make you a sandwich but I shoulda known
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| That you just wanted simply a packet of snack-a-jacks
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| And now I want my independence back
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| But alas I just stare at your ass
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| And confess to myself that it can’t be surpassed
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| And you’re far from a moose so I swallow abuse
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| It’s part of your vanity
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| That you think it’s ok every-other word you say’s a profanity
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| Please for sake of humanity
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| Look, I might understand if you pleaded insanity
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| What you’re lacking is clarity
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| See you call me your man but you think I’m a charity
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| Thought it was love but really how can-it-be
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| Gradually sensing disparity
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| As we head out for dinner my bottom lip-drops
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| You’re strutting in jeans, a t-shirt and flip-flops
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| Why buy a dress and just leave it to sit?
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| No, wait let me guess it don’t even fit
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| You can play me (Got me wrapped round you finger)
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| Try to shame me (Still I stand here and linger)
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| And still I’ll care for you (Cause you’re fit not a minger, I sit like a dog
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| whilst I’m stuck on your leash)
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| You can run around (All erratic and fiery)
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| Even put me down (Spend a week in the priory)
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| Still I’ll be there for you (I will, I will, I will, I will, love but you’re
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| clearly a loon)
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| You can play me (Got me wrapped round you finger)
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| Try to shame me (Still I stand here and linger)
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| And still I’ll care for you (Cause you’re fit not a minger, I sit like a dog
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| whilst I’m stuck on your leash)
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| You can run around (All erratic and fiery)
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| Even put me down (Spend a week in the priory)
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| Still I’ll be there for you (I will, I will, I will, I will, love but you’re
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| clearly a loon)
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| I’m gonna care for you,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I will, I will, I will,
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| I’m gonna care for you. |