| She was… the kind of girl who carried on with
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| Most men who were married
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| She loved all… the storm and the drama
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| She liked how they couldn’t own her, only harm her
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| And she fell… hook, line and sinker
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| A racehorse, running with blinkers
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| And, of course, he was a stinker
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| She didn’t find out 'til the honeymoon and she asked him:
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| Who’s that girl… in the picture?
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| And who’s that girl… on the phone?
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| And don’t you know?
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| I don’t ask for anything but the truth
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| I know now, I’ve come to deserve you
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| But who loves you when I’m not home?
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| And she was… a girl who loved danger
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| But today, she’s just haunted by a stranger
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| An old flame, always one step behind her
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| To scare her, to dare her
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| Reminding her of herself
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| She says…
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| Who’s that girl… in the picture?
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| And who’s that girl on the phone?
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| And don’t you know?
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| I don’t ask for anything but the truth
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| I know at last that I’ve, I’ve come to deserve you
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| Who loves you when I’m not home?
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| Home…
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| Our kingdom, our sanctity
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| Church of our vanities
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| Home…
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| And is it any wonder how we plunder this thing, our home?
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| She was… a girl who loved drama
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| But today, she’s just… mopping up karma
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| I’d say the things that I think, but I know they’d alarm her
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| (Know they’d alarm her)
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| When God throws these thunderbolts, it’s His little joke on us
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| Who’s that girl?
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| Don’t you know?
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| Who’s that girl… darling?
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| Don’t you know?
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| I don’t… ask for anything
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| (Anything but the truth)
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| But the truth
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| You’re a bastard, but you know I love you
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| Just tell me, who’s that girl?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Who loves you when I’m not home?
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| When I’m not home
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| Who’s that girl? |