| In this bag of stuff I brought to you
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| You didn’t mind sorting it through
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| You would never be the trouble and strife
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| If I made you my Swiss army wife
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| I could give this up, I could walk away
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| It doesn’t fill me up, it didn’t anyway
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| I won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you,
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| Do that to you, won’t do that to you
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| I don’t mind when the boys look at you
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| If I was them I’d be doin' it too
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| I mean more to you than handbags and shoes
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| I’m so sorry there’s been a few
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| I don’t trust too much, I don’t love enough
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| But I’m giving up, all this giving up I won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you,
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| Do that to you, won’t do that to you
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| Suddenly I’m not the jealous guy
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| Another sign that we’re doing it right
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| I could give this up, I could walk away
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| Cause you fill me up, each and every day
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| I promise that I won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you,
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| Do that to you, won’t do that to you
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| Won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you,
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| Do that to you, won’t do that to you
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| I won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you,
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| Do that to you, wont do that to you
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| Won’t do that to you, won’t do that to you,
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| Do that to you, won’t do that to you |