| I’m knockin' at your door
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| And there’s no answer
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| I hear the moans and groans
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| Of your nasty laughter
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| I’m kickin' in the door
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| As your breathin' gets faster
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| Your trail of clues
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| Is leadin' to disaster
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| Once I looked into your eyes
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| I thought they were true
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| Innocence can turn to lies
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| And now the finger points
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| At you, baby
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| Shame Shame Shame
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| You should’ve known better
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| Than to cheat on me Shame Shame Shame
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| Now it don’t matter
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| So let me be You’ve got your own self to blame
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| Now it’s time to feel the pain
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| Of your twisted little game
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| It’s such a cryin'
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| Shame Shame Shame
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| Shame Shame Shame
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| Did you do your poses
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| In the mirror
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| Did you tell him
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| Baby, baby please
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| Did you twist his tongue
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| And bend his ear
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| Did you have him beggin', beggin'
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| On his knees
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| Once you looked into my eyes
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| And told me you were mine
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| Now I see your cheap disguise
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| And you’re runnin' out of time, baby
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| Shame Shame Shame
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| You should’ve known better
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| Than to cheat on me Shame Shame Shame
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| Now it don’t matter
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| So let me be You’ve got your own self to blame
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| Now it’s time to feel the pain
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| Of your twisted little game
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| It’s such a cryin'
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| Shame Shame Shame
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| Shame Shame Shame |