| Marissa Jones you watch the black suits walking past
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| Your life was empty for a while
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| Michael Porter has a new girl in his arms
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| She has a cherry flavoured smile
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| You watch as he greets her
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| His arms around her shoulder
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| He’ll try to believe that it’s you
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| When he kissed you
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| Those delicate shoes used to walk you straight to the moon
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| Now he wonders why he ever stayed
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| Michael Porter you flew in from Timbuktu
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| You missed her red hair and her style
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| Marissa Jones now she’s living all on her own
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| She loves the freedom of the wild
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| He pleads: «Give me something!»
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| She needs nothing from him
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| And she’ll try to believe that it’s fate
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| And she’ll miss you
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| But it’s far too late now
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| She’s done through
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| Finished with crying for anyone
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| And now she wonders why she ever stayed
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| Do you stop to think it all through?
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| When you run to the love that you needed
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| To pull through
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| It ended too soon
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| And you tried too hard and it’s over between you
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| Nothing compares to the love you shared
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| But it’s all just a story now
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| And I hope you’re both happy now
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| As it all turned out: you never stayed |