| Baby, since you left me, there’s somebody new
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| She thinks I’m perfect, I swear
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| She likes my body, my class and my charm
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| She says I’ve got a confident air
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| She respects my ambition, thinks I’m talented too
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| But she’s in love with an image time is bound to see through
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| Oh/But you know me better than that
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| You know the me that gets lazy and fat
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| How moody I can be, all my insecurities
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| You’ve seen me lose all my charm, you know I was raised on a farm
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| Oh, she tells her friends I’m perfect
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| And that I love her cat, but you know me better than that
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| I miss picnics and blue jeans and buckets of beer
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| Now it’s ballet and symphony hall
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| I’m into culture, clean up to my ears
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| It’s like wearing a shoe that’s too small
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| Oh I caught her with an issue of Brides magazine
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| Staring at dresses and picking out rings
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| Oh she tells her friends I’m perfect and that I love that cat
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| Oh but you know me better than that |