| You were always right,
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| You were always sure as hell that I might
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| Get off lightly,
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| Head in the clouds with only cheap red wine for advice,
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| But you were alright.
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| And you could cause a scene,
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| It made me sick to know that you could always come clean,
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| Always right,
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| Head in the clouds with only cheap red wine for advice,
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| You were my vice,
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| 'Cause you sting with the strength of a thousand bees,
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| You always get what you need,
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| But I’m not like you; |
| I wish I was like you.
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| You don’t care for anything that I feel,
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| You’re always spinning a reel,
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| You’re that part of me that can sting like a thousand bees.
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| You could get so high,
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| High on life that I just couldn’t stomach
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| And I always tried,
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| To fix the mess that you would leave behind,
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| And you never cry.
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| 'Cause you sting with the strength of a thousand bees,
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| You always get what you need,
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| But I’m not like you; |
| I wish I was like you.
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| You don’t care for anything that I feel,
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| You’re always spinning a reel,
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| You’re that part of me that can sting like a thousand bees.
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| The wine starts flowing and my wounded heart,
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| Goes out the window making way for the dark,
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| You’re putting me in situations that just don’t seem fair,
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| And you just don’t care.
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| 'Cause you sting with the strength of a thousand bees,
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| You always get what you need,
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| But I’m not like you; |
| I wish I was like you.
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| You don’t care for anything that I feel,
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| You’re always spinning a reel,
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| You’re that part of me that can sting like a thousand bees. |