| I told you so
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| It’s all that I know
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| In love with one, no conditions
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| And you think that it’s gross
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| So I hold you close
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| It’s all that I know
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| But if I should ask you’d act
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| Like you’ve grown up
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| Bunny what you talking about?
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| You’re always clocking out
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| Oh honey, what you walking out for?
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| I’m so awfully down
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| When he’s around you
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| I only hope he’s making
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| 'Cause my hoe brings home the bacon
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| She bites with strife
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| And breaks the skin, oh
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| And I only hope he’s listening
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| 'Cause my hoe brings home the business
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| She writes with knives
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| And breaks the skin
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| In print
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| I told you so and so (You so)
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| It’s all that I know (It's all that I know)
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| But if I should leave you’d make believe
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| That roof is still a home
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| So I hope you know (You know)
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| It’s only natural (It's only natural)
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| But if I should stray you’d play
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| Like you’re whole
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| Oh Bunny, what you talking about?
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| You’re always clocking out
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| (You're always clocking out)
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| Oh honey, what you walking out for?
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| I’m so awfully down
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| When he’s around you, oh
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| I only hope he’s making
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| 'Cause my hoe brings home the bacon
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| She bites with strife
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| And breaks the skin, oh
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| And I only hope he’s listening
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| 'Cause my hoe brings home the business
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| She writes with knives
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| And breaks the skin
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| In print
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| Fill me up
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| And kill me softly like a true romance
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| Fill me up, weary love
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| And kill me softly like a true romance
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| Yeah, fill me up
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| And kill me softly like a true romance
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| Yeah, twenty one
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| We’re in love
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| Yeah, we’re in love
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| We’re in love |