| You play guitar and
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| I play the drums
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| You think it’s charming
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| When we get drunk
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| 'Cause you said something
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| But I like that
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| And I said something
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| But I took it back
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| Our home town is not big enough
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| No, it could never hold the both of us
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| You know things your girlfriends taught
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| Well, hold that thought, baby
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| Hold that thought
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| She walks around like
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| She’s in heat
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| She makes it sound like
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| She’s in heat
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| She’s breaking curfew
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| Just for me
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| So I know better
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| Than to try to speak
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| When she’s going home
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| When the streetlights glow
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| And the moon is full
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| And her mother knows
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| 'Cause she done the same
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| When she was her age
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| So she don’t complain
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| When she acts that way
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| I bob and weave just like a boxer
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| Avoiding heartbreak from the East
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| I’ve never been much of a talker
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| Avoiding heartbreak from the East
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| I get the feeling that I lost her
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| Avoiding heartbreak from the East
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| Happy hunting
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| She’s such a gem
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| Cranberry somethings
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| She had a lot of them
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| And boarding schools
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| Have got the best cocaine
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| And I’m warning you
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| You’re gonna be okay |
| Til she’s going home with another guy
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| 'Cause its Murphy’s law and it’s a matter of time
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| She gonna grip the sheets before she screams his name
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| He’s gonna burn his hands on my former flame
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| I bob and weave just like a boxer
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| Avoiding heartbreak from the east
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| I’ve never been much of a talker
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| Avoiding heartbreak from the east
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| I get the feeling that I lost her
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| Avoiding heartbreak from the east
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| Avoiding heartbreak, at least
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| Then call me up when you’re weak |