| It’s sinfully late and I’m sinfully drunk
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| I’ve sinfully spoken a whole lot of junk
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| but I’m sinfully happy with things as they are
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| I haven’t yet fallen asleep
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| And I didn’t do it, I really did not
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| go off to lose the one thing I’ve got;
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| the idea that I have, whatever that means
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| the chastity belt of a queen
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| And that ain’t easy
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| with all these men everywhere
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| and all the love in the air
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| No that ain’t easy
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| I’m sure gonna know all the day after lows
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| with pains and ills and neurotic chills
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| but I’m perfectly safe, thank God I am home
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| Thank God I’ll be waking alone
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| And that ain’t easy
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| when there are so many men
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| and I love all of them
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| No that ain’t easy
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| with all these men everywhere
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| and all the love in the air
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| Yes it’s hopelessly late and
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| I’m hopelessly gone
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| thank God I’ll be waking,
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| thank God I’ll be waking,
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| at least I’ll be waking — alone |