| You ain’t a lover, you’ll never change
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| I’d rather wrestle my machine
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| You ain’t a lover, you’ll never change
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| I’d rather wrestle my machine
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| A token e-mail, a drunken text
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| A sorry go-round of cell-phone sex
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| You ain’t a lover, you’re just a fake
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| Had all the bullshit I’m gonna take
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| Wrestle my machine
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| My machine
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| As a product you would be great
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| And all the income you’d generate
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| But as a lover you’re just a bust
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| You’re not a service I can trust
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| I’ll wrestle my machine
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| My machine
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| All I am is a husk of a man, I cannot go through this again
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| You’re not a woman, and you know I’ve pretended all I can
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| All I can
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| You ain’t a lover, you’ll never change
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| I’d rather wrestle with my machine
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| You ain’t a lover, you’re just a fake
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| Had all the bullshit I’m gonna take
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| Wrestle my machine
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| All I am is a husk of a man, I cannot go through this again
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| You’re not a woman, and you know I’ve pretended all I can
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| All I am is a victim of love, I checked the box marked none of the above
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| You’re not a woman, girl, and you know I’ve pretended all I can
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| All I can… my machine |