| 'Scuse me
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| I apologize
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| He likes your attitude
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| He tries it on for size
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| He spends the afternoon
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| Between your thighs
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| How’s that for gratitude
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| I apologize
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| It seemed to last for hours
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| It seemed to last for days
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| This lady of the flowers
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| And her hypnotic gaze
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| 'Scuse me
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| I apologize
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| She’s got vaccum cleaner eyes
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| That Sucks You In
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| She’s got magazines
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| Filled with pear pies
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| 'Scuse me
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| I apologize
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| It seemed to last for hours
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| It seemed to last for days
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| This lady of the flowers
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| And her hypnotic gaze
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| She wears her tears on her blouse
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| Confused and racked with self-doubt
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| She stole the keys to my house
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| And then she locked herself out
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| 'Scuse me
|
| I apologize
|
| He likes your attitude
|
| He tries it on for size
|
| He spends the afternoon
|
| Between your thighs
|
| How’s that for gratitude
|
| I apologize
|
| It seemed to last for hours
|
| It seemed to last for days
|
| This lady of the flowers
|
| Her electronic haze
|
| She wears her tears on her blouse
|
| Confused and racked with self doubt
|
| She stole the keys to my house
|
| And then she locked herself out
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| She stole the keys to my house
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| And then she locked herself out
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| She lays me down
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| She lays me |