| She’s used to new and shiny things
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| I take what I get and don’t complain
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| I hope she knows
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| That when I’m out, the money might run out
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| I want the best for who I love
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| She’ll take a diamond from the rough and leave me poor
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| And then she’ll smile, she’ll turn in a while
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| The day she spends her own dime, I’ll be rolling in my grave
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| And I’m the fool to stick around
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| Stitch me up again
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| Lead me out the back door
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| I’ll be there to take the blame for you
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| Is there any more that I can do?
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| Fuck you
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| I’m a gentleman, I’ll take care of you
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| I wanna make you smile
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| Don’t abuse the penny paid
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| I hope she knows
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| I ain’t a man well made
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| I’ll have a beer, maybe just a few
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| She wants my teenies with a view
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| She’s upper class
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| But no one knows, she fakes her way through broke
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| If the tree don’t drop the cash no more, will you still stick around?
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| Let’s be real, there ain’t no chance
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| Stitch me up again
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| Lead me out the back door
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| I’ll be there to take the blame for you
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| Is there any more that I can do?
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| Fuck you
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| You’re calling me the enemy
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| I know that I’ve done wrong
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| You sell it to the world
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| And now I have the remedy
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| I call you on your bluff
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| 'Cause everyone knows you keep calling when we’re done
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| Stitch me up again
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| Lead me out the back door
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| I’ll be there to take the blame for you
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| Is there any more that I can do?
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| Fuck you
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| Stitch me up again
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| Lead me out the back door
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| I’ll be there to take the blame for you
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| Is there any more that I can do?
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| Fuck you |