| Funny I ran into your friday
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| Midnight, tole
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| Funny you were wearing the same dress
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| Skin tight, purple
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| I only can remember what you want
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| Some jukebox, some dancing
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| You and me and him in the soft bar
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| What were the chances
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| Don’t let me get
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| Emotional, emotional, don’t get me started
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| Emotional, emotional, there’s so much to say
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| For crying out loud, I loved you
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| You said you love me
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| Who the fuck is he to look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| The days gone by we laugh, we cry
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| We danced all night
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| Who the fuck is he to look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| No one’s ever called me a pikey
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| Fair play, respect
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| Something tells me he doesn’t like me
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| But last time I checked
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| He was calling me and looked like he upped you
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| Nice one, dickhead
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| But he can never know you like I did
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| Inside, in bed
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| Don’t let me get
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| Emotional, emotional, don’t get me started
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| Emotional, emotional, there’s so much to say
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| For crying out loud, I loved you
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| You said you love me
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| Who the fuck is he to look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| The days gone by we laugh, we cry
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| We danced all night
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| Who the fuck is he to look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| To look at me like that
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| To look at me like that |