| Short skirt, tight t-shirt
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| And knowing all the while
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| I turn around to look at you
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| You barely cracked a smile
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| As the sun fades, with a drink or two
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| You take me for a ride
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| You won’t say just what you want
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| But I can see it in your eyes
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| You don’t understand all the mess we’re in
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| I wish you’d never made a sound
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| You don’t understand but it’s got to end
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| You’ll find the strength to let me down
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| When you finally come around
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| Behind the wheel at 3am
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| I wake you up to talk
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| Only late you’ll hear my voice
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| But you don’t mind at all
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| You don’t understand all the mess we’re in
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| I wish you’d never made a sound
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| You don’t understand but it’s got to end
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| You’ll find the strength to let me down
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| When you finally come around
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| Give me all the blame
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| Cause I don’t want the same
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| But I don’t know how to let you know
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| Here we are, face to face
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| I’m glad that you’re in town
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| You stay the night, while I’m alone
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| Guess you finally came around |