| I think you will be happy to know
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| I don’t love you no more
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| At least not in the same old way
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| I’ve changed and that’s a fact
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| I picked up something that before I had lacked
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| I don’t need you like I needed you yesterday
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| So you can go ahead and go to San Francisco, baby
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| We all know what happens there
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| Lying in the sun
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| Loving anyone
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| You’re bound to get the kinks in your hair
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| In your hair
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| In your hair
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| I know that you would like to think
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| That seeing you puts me in the pink
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| But baby, you are wrong
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| I really couldn’t care less
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| And I may as well confess
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| That little tune I wrote about you last winter it was a lousy song
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| So you can go ahead and go to San Francisco, baby
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| We all know what happens there
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| Ya get your kinks and hurry on back to New York
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| I bet you money I still won’t care, I won’t care, I won’t care
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| Because I’m a wise owl
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| And I don’t give a hoot
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| About being your sweet substitute
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| As far as I’m concerned you can go and you can stay
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| Yes and I think you will be happy to know
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| I don’t love you no more
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| At least not in the same old way |