| You got the bad bizarre
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| Like a mother-in-law with an (open) look in your face
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| It’s a pain in your heart
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| That’s making it hard
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| For you to look me straight in the eye
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| Now I try to make my own hands
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| But it don’t make no sense
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| And I keep hearing lots about you
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| And there’s nothing to do anymore about you
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| Cause you can take it and leave it when you want
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| Ah, we got it made, you and me
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| Yeah, we got it made, you and me
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| I got a letter, said I owed her some money
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| Take a look in the mirror, let’s check it out
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| Whatever you see, it’s too much for me
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| All I got is what you’re gettin' right now
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| But, see, we got it made, you and me (whoah!)
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| Yeah, we got it made, you and me (alright, get into it)
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| Hey, you’re talking too fast
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| But the words are warm
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| Makes it hard to believe that you know
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| Hard to say what you mean
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| Or to mean what you say
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| (In your tea or are you feeling your soul)
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| Oh, we got it made, you and me
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| Oh, we got it made, you and me |