| First you let him in your bed
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| Now he’s moved inside your head
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| And he directs all the dreams you are dreaming
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| I saw a friend of yours today
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| She called me over just to say:
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| «I don’t know if you’ve seen her lately
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| But god, she’s looking rough.»
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| No, don’t go round to see him tonight
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| He’s already made such a mess of your life
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| Find something else to do with your time
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| And do it quickly while you’ve still got the chance
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| Do you think he’ll fall apart?
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| Do you think you’ll break his heart?
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| If you leave him on his own, you are dreaming
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| 'Cos he can fasten all his clothes
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| Tie his laces, blow his nose
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| It’s time to teach him how to walk
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| Yeah, teach your baby how to walk away now
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| No, don’t go round to see him tonight
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| He’s already made such a mess of your life
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| Find something else to do with your time
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| And do it quickly while you’ve still got the chance
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| You’re not his mother
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| And you’re not his sister and brother
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| He’s not even your lover
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| He’s just a piece of luggage that you should throw away
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| No, don’t go round to see him tonight
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| He’s already made such a mess of your life
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| Find something else to do with your time
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| And do it quickly, oh, while you’ve still got the chance
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| No, don’t go round tonight, you’ll never make it right
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| He’s already made such a mess of your life
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| And find something else to do with your time
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| And do it quickly, oh, while you’ve still got the chance |