| Every time she comes my way she
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| knows just what to do and say
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| Those little smiles she throws
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| away, they turn my stomache
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| If you listen close enough you’ll
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| catch all the divisive stuff
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| Those subtle moves, the way she smoothes her hair
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| And you don’t want to say
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| She was digging your grave
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| And your friends all can see it There’s no way you’re gonna leave it So where you gonna go Who you gonna call
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| When you know it’s time to play the game?
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| What’s your mystery
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| Who’s it gonna be When you knot it’s time to play her game
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| Is it real or Memorex
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| Those secrets that you feared confess
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| When she was there you let it all spill out
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| Turning as you leave for good
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| You wonder if you ever should have wandered through
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| Her neighborhood at all
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| And you don’t want to say
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| She was digging your grave
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| and your friends all can see it There’s no way you’re gonna leave it I am all to blame
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| This is my parade of broken-hearted words
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| I feel them all and learned their shame
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| Please catch me when I fall
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| And turn me from this wall I’ve faced far too long
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| This lonely sonnet needs a throng |