| She said «Let's do it again»
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| And I said it too.
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| «You would,» she says, «If you knew what’s good for
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| you.»
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| So I says to her.
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| Listen to me closely; |
| I’m of utmost seriousness when I say this with these eyes partly (not unheartedly)
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| broken open.
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| And she heard me good… I know.
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| I still got a heart though, it’s gone hard and cold.
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| And if I’ll ever quit, well I don’t know…
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| But I’m pretty tired… and I’m pretty old.
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| And maybe if I was more like a/my/her dad, I could lie,
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| so much better (and I don’t mean to «fib»)
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| It’s meant much more «biblical»…
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| Like a spear: taking to rib (s).
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| And I’m not scared to let you know:
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| Some (will) soon see: more (of) my fists.
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| And when she says: «Let's do it again,»
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| I’ll always say it too.
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| I may say that I quit, but I really never do.
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| Oh no (no no)… I won’t believe you.
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| Well, you’re just a copy, and I love my junk…
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| Oh, no (no no)… She said: «I don’t believe you:
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| You always say that you quit, but you really never do.»
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| But just give me one more… Just one more day? |