| You know I’ve only got myself to blame
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| 'Cause the writing’s on the wall, yeah, yeah
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| And I’ve nothing left to offer you
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| Ooh, nothing left at all, no, no
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| Your red hair, your blue eyes
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| Your full lips and those long legs
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| Only serve as confirmation
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| When I’m without ya, I’ve no hope
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| I’m low-life and you still cope
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| It only proves that you’re too patient
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| Everyone says
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| She’s too good for me
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| And they’re so right, so right
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| It’s a fact, they say
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| She’s too good for me
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| And they’re right, so right
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| She’s slippin' through my fingers
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| And that’s crystal clear to see
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| 'Cause she could’ve had anyone that she damn wanted
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| But sadly she got me, oh, no
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| And it seems you’ve finally realised
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| That you’re too good for me
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| And the saddest thing of all
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| Is that I can’t help but agree, oh
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| Everyone says
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| She’s too good for me
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| And they’re so right, so right
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| It’s a fact, they say
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| She’s too good for me
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| And they’re so right, so right
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| They circle around like vultures waiting for the kill
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| 'Cause I’ve been punching above my weight
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| Ever since I met you
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| Everyone says
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| She’s too good for me
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| And they’re so right, so right
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| It’s a fact, they say
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| She’s too good for me
|
| And they’re so right, so right
|
| Everyone says
|
| She’s too good for me
|
| They’re so right, so right
|
| It’s a fact, they say
|
| She’s too good for me
|
| She’s too good for me
|
| She’s too good for me
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| And they’re so right, so right
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| She’s too good for me
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| She’s too good for me |