| Civilised plannin' on what you’re gon' do
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| You’re not really sure about him, that’s true
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| Man stares out the window, out to the rain
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| Wants to go, he thinks he’s got a life of pain
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| Well, I saw Betty, put her good right
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| Ah, what’s the feelin'? |
| What’s the talkin'?
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| They whisper behind their back, it’s a ploy
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| Their plan ain’t workin', she’s still like a motherfucker
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| Ayy, ayy
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| It was livin' with Betty
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| Hey, oh yeah
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| That made me finally happy
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| Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
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| It was livin' with Betty
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| That made me finally see the sense to be
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| What we are
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| It’s just movin' around and drivin' Joey’s car
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| Never known the choice
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| And, «Jay, get us another round from the bar»
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| And we know exactly what we gots to do
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| When we come across you
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| Two fingers, and one of your own stuck right up your jacksy
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| It’s what we thought
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| Pretty sure that no-one ever gave up
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| From your burnt fingers to smells that linger
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| To all others, brothers, sisters, baby mothers
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| To old young gunners and young gone sluts
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| And to all the people that don’t get to pick up
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| To butts, to know, to never see
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| To have money, to be as poor as ladies
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| And I’m sittin' on the corner, lookin' so bored, and
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| A microphone’s gettin' kicked on the floor, yeah
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| Hey, hey
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| It was livin' with Betty
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| Hey, hey
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| That made me finally see a side of me
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| Ayy, ayy
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| It was livin' with Betty
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| Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy
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| That finally made me feel happy
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| Hey, hey
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| It was livin' with Betty
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| Hey, hey
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| That made me finally see a side of me
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| Ayy, ayy
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| It was livin' with Betty
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| Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy
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| That finally made me feel happy
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| And I know exactly what I got to do
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| Because you’re talkin' to me too
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| Ah, oh-oh, uh-uh
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| But I see, there’s no one else around me
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| That I can really trust to bust, to turn to back
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| To laugh, to lust, to have, to satisfaction |