| Your arms were never meant to aim to hit
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| Your fingers fold too easily to fists
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| Your eyes don’t need to be as cold as this
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| Ease those lines around your tightened lips
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| You’re looking well as you are well aware
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| As always you are searching for the catch
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| You’re totally involved with your affairs
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| And really darling that’s not up to scratch
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| My love was always played with in your game
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| I satisfied your vanity again
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| You loved me loved me not and more is the shame
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| I was blind and followed you in vain
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| While rolling in your arms I learned too late
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| You had somone on the sidelins of this match
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| You exercise your conscience while I wait
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| And you excuse your conduct with panache
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| You let yourself be swept right off your feet
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| And not expecting anything so rash
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| I cried myself to sleep you paid no heed
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| And really darling that’s not up to scratch
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| You simply fell into another bed
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| And then you started cheating her instead
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| It really made no difference what she said
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| You came back to me so easily led
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| So now that you are back with me again
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| I hope now that this time you have met your match
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| 'Cause really darling it’s not up to scratch |