| They met in a karaoke bar
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| Jack was singing «Lola» in a long black wig
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| The TV screen with the lines from the song
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| Caught the reflection of a girl
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| He caught her eye and he went wrong
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| She laughed while he apologized
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| So they started talking to each other
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| Mary’s friends listening from beyond
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| And shaking their heads
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| She had on half a smile as she looked away from him
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| He was falling victim to her every whim
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| The barman sighed, a tear in his eye
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| So they kissed that night and she took him home
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| Though they were strangers he held her so tenderly
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| But she thought it might be fun to string him along
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| She knew it wasn’t right; |
| she didn’t think it was wrong
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| She’d stop before he was in love with her
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| She didn’t stop to think she might fall in love with him
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| Well it went on for a week, a month, a year
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| Mary somehow forgot to break it off
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| Now she felt so trapped and she didn’t know why
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| She was so sure that she loved him though it started as a lie
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| When she realized she broke down and told him
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| He already knew -- he’d read it in her diary the day before |
| It turned out that he was the same as her
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| Living a lie on automatic pilot
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| Now they didn’t know what to do
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| They didn’t know who they were
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| Mary tried to smile, Jack slipped his hand into hers
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| The barman would have been surprised |