| (You can't do this to me anymore!)
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| You stepped out of a silver van
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| Driven by rainbow man
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| You said your name was Mary-Ann
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| The coolest plan you had at hand
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| Arouse them on the garbage cans
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| Looking grand and slightly tan
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| your hair was dancing to the jam
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| By February, March and fun
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| You can't do this to me anymore,
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| You can't do this to me anymore!
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| Looking for that saving grace,
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| I find you tricky to erase
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| Don't know what I see in space
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| It might well be a hide in place
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| Can't stay in, I won't get out
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| Every emotion seems to shout
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| I'm going blind into the chase
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| No chance that I will forget your face
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| You can't do this to me anymore,
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| You can't do this to me anymore!
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| You can't do this to me anymore,
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| You can't do this to me anymore! |