| Girls it’s been my pleasure
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| To know quite a lot of you
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| And in the main
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| You’re pretty sane, it’s true
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| But there are a few who do to
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| Doo ti doo too beautiful a job
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| It isn’t quite what they planned
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| When the man gets the upper hand
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| He’s takin' her for a ride
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| I’d call it suicide
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| If when she tries to run away
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| And he calls her back, she comes
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| If there’s a next time, he’s okay
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| Cause she’s under both his thumbs
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| She limps along to his side
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| Singing a song of ruin. |
| I’d
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| Bet he says nothin' doin'
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| I-I-I-I I’d call it suicide
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| She loves to ride in big parades
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| But he wouldn’t so she won’t
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| She needs at least a dozen maids
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| But if he says no she don’t
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| He wishes she knew his side
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| Soon there’ll be trouble brewin' I’d
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| Bet he says nothin' doin'
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| I-I-I-I I’d call it suicide
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| Suicide, she’s commitin' it
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| Suicide, he’s not gettin' it
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| Suicide, it’s a quittin' a day
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| She limps along to his side
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| Singing a song of ruin. |
| I’d
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| Bet he says nothin' doin'
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| I-I-I-I I’d call it suicide |