| Anastasia left a kiss on the mirror
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| And a couple of condoms by the bed
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| I tried to find her on her old number
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| But I just got her boyfriend instead
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| Oh it’s hard, so hard
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| When Anastasia changes her mind
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| So I went back to working the quadrellas
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| I collected three times in a row
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| I swear it must have been that kiss on the mirror
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| That I’d touch with my lips just for luck each time I’d go
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| Oh it’s hard, very hard
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| When Anastasia changes her mind
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| Now the numbers were my daily devotion
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| I was stashing big bills in the floor
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| Then one night at my door a commotion
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| Anastasia-at some ungodly hour!
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| I said 'Baby can I fix you a coffee
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| And tomorrow let me buy you a dress
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| Since you’ve been gone I got lucky'
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| She just nodded her head and said 'I guess'
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| Oh it’s hard, yeah it’s hard
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| When Anastasia changes her mind
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| Now 'Stacey' takes the crumbs from the table
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| And feeds them out back to the birds
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| Me, I can’t even pick the daily double
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| Since that kiss on the mirror disappeared
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| Yeah it’s hard, ain’t it hard
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| When Anastasia changes her mind |