| When you were collecting For your sex appeal
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| He was in killing fields
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| Over you
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| You went And took away your self respect
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| Put him out like a cigarette
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| You blow
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| Don’t bother coming home
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| You said all you’ve got to say
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| He can get with the girls again
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| Cos he’s a charming man
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| It’s true
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| He can drink with the boys tonight
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| And have a fight, alright
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| And spew
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| You’re history
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| You’re history
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| Got your tits done
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| And moved out the very next day
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| All you left was the bill to pay
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| What a front
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| Could she not see that you’re a righteous man
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| A gun in hand
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| Cupid stunned
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| He used to want your love
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| Now he wants you to go away
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| He can drink till he’s comatosed
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| Yeah he rocks the most
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| Can’t you see?
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| He’s got diamonds in his eyes tonight
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| Could give you quite a fright
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| No sympathy
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| You’re history, You’re history
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| Don’t beautiful
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| Don’t bother coming home
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| You said all you’ve got to say
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| He can get with the girls again
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| He’s a charming man
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| It’s true
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| He can drink with the boys all night
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| And have a fight, alright
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| Against you
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| He will drink till he’s comatosed
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| Yeah, He rocks the most
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| Can’t you see?
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| He’s got diamonds in his eyes tonight
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| Could give you quite a fright
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| Yes siree
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| You’re history (3x) |