| And as I blagged a cigarette from her
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| And gazed upon her nakedness
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| She moved her lovely head from side to side
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| And said I was just like the rest
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| You got what you came for, she said
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| And that’s what you’re here for, I said
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| Aren’t you?
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| She pulled a sheet across her body
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| And told me to leave the way I came
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| I gave a rueful grin and found my clothes
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| And mumbled, yes, you’re all the same
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| I am but a man, I said
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| I do what I can, I said
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| Always, always
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| There’s a time for deeds and a time for talking words
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| What if I said that I love you
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| Would all your morals then be pacified
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| The act of love be then more true
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| Oh yes, you are smart, she said
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| But where is your heart, she said
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| You better go now
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| And as I walked outside and closed the door
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| I wondered if I’d won or lost
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| And if the status quo was still intact
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| And was it worth the time it cost |