| She was too expensive
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| Not the kind to pay the rent with
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| The kind that begs the question
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| Do I need corrective lenses
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| Aren’t they always retrospective
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| They look past all the tension that we had inside
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| I’m cold to the touch
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| Burn me up
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| Burn me Vanessa, Oh
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| Burn me Vanessa, Oh
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| Did you find somebody different
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| When you talk is he a listener
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| Oh he can’t be a better kisser I just know
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| Oh I’m stoned to the touch
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| Break it up
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| Break me Vanessa, Oh
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| Break me Vanessa, Oh
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| She’s got those wits and lips to give pleasure
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| And no time for the second guesser Vanessa
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| I should have loved you
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| (Vanessa, I should have loved you)
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| Tell me if its late
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| In London where I wonder if you’ve ever seen my face
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| Scribbled down a page a thousand words you let escape
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| I never thought you’d call it off and leave before the rain
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| I never thought, I guess I never loved you
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| I should have loved you better, better
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| She’s got those wits and lips to give pleasure
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| And no time for the second guesser Vanessa
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| I should have loved you
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| Tell me if its late
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| In London where I wonder did I lose you to the rain
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| Some September far from now
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| You found yourself a new escape
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| Like all those evening walks you take often to wash away
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| Those good nights gone to waste for you Vanessa
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| Vanessa, Vanessa
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| Vanessa, Vanessa
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| Vanessa, Vanessa
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| Vanessa, Vanessa
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| Vanessa, Vanessa |