| She’s the Sweetheart of the Inner West
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| And it would be my pleasure
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| To make her very happy
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| But she’s someone else’s treasure
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| Well ain’t a fella bound to dream
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| Of when this life was leisure?
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| She’s forgotten who I am
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| You say you had no choice
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| The timbre of her voice
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| One diabolic noise
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| My friend, you’re mocking fate
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| You took the bait
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| Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion
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| Never an answer to follow the question
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| This one is for the ladies, yeah
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| The face you recognize
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| The phosphorescent lies
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| The superficial prize
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| She won’t need proof
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| Ain’t that the truth
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| Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion
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| Never an answer to follow the question
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| This one is for the ladies, yeah
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| What if you were left behind?
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| What if she would change her mind?
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| Yes, her deep commitment stings
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| People say the darndest things
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| The burning in your bones
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| The monumental jones
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| It’s abstract to conceive
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| Thus, Rosabell, believe
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| Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion
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| Never an answer to follow the question
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| So without exception — this one is for the ladies, yeah |