| You had style, you had class
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| You had everything to make a love last
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| You had grace, you had charm
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| You had me hanging on your arm
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| When I found out you were a fake
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| You rared up and bit me like a snake
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| And I was ready to let go
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| And let all my feelings show
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| Tell me why you wanna be so cold
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| Why you wanna be so mean
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| You’ve gone and let your true colors show
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| You’re a perpetual blues machine
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| We could have been just fine
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| If you’d have only been all mine
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| 'Cause I was for real, but you did not know
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| That you were steppin' on my heart
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| As you were walkin' out the door
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| But now I know who you are
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| And it’s a damn good thing we didn’t get too far
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| 'Cause I’m not the one that’s right for you
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| You need a man to do your rolling
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| Like what you want him to do
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| Tell me why you wanna be so cold
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| Why you wanna be so mean
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| You’ve gone and let your true colors show
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| You’re a perpetual blues machine
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| Now you’ve gone, and I’m glad
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| That we didn’t let it go too bad
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| You know I tried to make it go
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| But there was just no way to tell u so
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| Tell me why you wanna be so cold
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| Why you wanna be so mean
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| You’ve gone and let your true colors show
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| You’re a perpetual blues machine |