| I tried so hard
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| Not to find the peculiarities in her heart
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| There were broken pieces underneath it
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| But I tried, to slip it, trip it to the back of my mind
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| Boy ya could do better, but she would never let ya
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| Marry me, Jesus Christ you must be joking
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| You’re just 23, girl what is that?
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| This ain’t me
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| Sunday morning drinking black tea
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| Being well behaved
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| And you’re just leading the way
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| Try it, you would wanna buy it
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| Take her out on Sunday you’ll be home by Monday
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| She be sippin' tonic, you be getting on it
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| Like you did in 1986 with this
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| It’s tragic you be straight erotic though you never said it
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| She knows you always thought it
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| Why’s it never the same for me?
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| As it is for you?
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| So thinking back again
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| Before we were just emotionally tragical
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| It was cosy and carefree
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| So do not speak
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| And listen to what my mind is making
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| A bed that’s not worth a lay in
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| A story that’s not worth relaying
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| Try it, you would wanna buy it
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| Take her out on Sunday you’ll be home by Monday
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| She be sippin' tonic, you be getting on it
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| Like you did in 1986 with this
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| It’s tragic you be straight erotic though you never said it
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| I know
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| Why’s it never the same for me?
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| Never the same for me
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| As it is for you?
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| Equality
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| It’s not a word you feel is familiar
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| For you it’s just about me and me
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| Dignity
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| Sailing in your shallow water
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| The taps run dry
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| You’re drowning in your gin and tonic
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| Try it, you would wanna buy it
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| Take her out on Sunday you’ll be home by Monday
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| She be sippin' tonic, you be getting on it
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| Like you did in 1986 with this
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| It’s tragic you be straight erotic though you never said it
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| She knows you always thought it
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| Cos she’s like a mother
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| Don’t you even bother?
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| Cos you’re just wasting your time
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| Why’s it never the same for me? |