| She came in the back door with
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| Her heart on her sleeve
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| If I had even noticed would’ve asked her to leave
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| But I was too far away from the scene of the crime
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| Just me and a cup of hot sleepytime
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| Reading the latest biography
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| Hoping that it might be someone like me
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| Just to find me a way out of my head
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| But let’s forget all that, cause it’s time for bed
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| She came in the back door with her heart in her hand
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| And she’s quiet as the old dusty baby grand
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| And I’m half asleep in the candlelight
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| That hot cup of tea did me just right
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| She’s slipping around through open doors
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| Two white socks on the hardwood floors
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| She sat herself down behind the keys
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| She played and she played as loud as she pleased
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| Whoever you are you’ve gone to far
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| Cause I need my precious peace and
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| Quiet
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| Open wide and you come inside
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| To disturb my precious peace and
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| Quiet
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| I love the way that you play
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| But I need my precious peace and
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| Quiet
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| I’d kick you out with my scream and shout
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| But I just can’t seem to do it
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| So I jumped out of bed with my heart in my throat
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| And I picked up my heels so I could get your goat
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| Cause I remember the last time you did this trick
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| You had me spooking around with a candlestick
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| Peace and quiet that’s what I had
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| But you can’t help being bad
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| Through the back door with your heart in your hand
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| You take your favorite seat behind the baby grand
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| She came in the back door with her heart on a string
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| She kicked off the dust and she made it sing
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| And I’m down the stairs in a squint of an eye
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| Just to see what’s up and see just why
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| Someone busted down my back door
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| And snuck across the kitchen floor
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| And is playing a tune while I’m counting sheep
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| It sure is pretty but I can’t sleep
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| Who do you think you are?(x12)
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| She came in the back door with her
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| Heart on her sleeve
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| If I had even noticed would’ve asked her to leave
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| But I was too far away from the scene of the crime
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| Just me and a cup of hot sleepytime
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| Reading the latest biography
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| Hoping that it might be someone like me
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| Just to find me a way out of my head
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| But let’s forget all that cause it’s time for bed |