| I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain
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| Drank with the devil and forgot my name
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| Woke with somebody when the morning came
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| No one there to shame me for my youth
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| 'Cause I wouldn’t be with you
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| And then I found me a lover who could play the bass
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| He’s kinda quiet, but his body ain’t
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| Spend the days dreaming and the nights awake
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| Doin' things we know we shouldn’t do
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| 'Cause I wouldn’t be with you
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| Says he can’t believe he found me
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| Wraps his arms around me
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| Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah
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| I can’t let him in
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| You call me up and ask me how I’ve been
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| I’ll call your bluff and
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| No, I can’t let him in
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| You play me rough, but I won’t let you win
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| So, call my bluff, I’ll
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| Count down to the day they may come true
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| And I fell for a vagabond, a month at tops
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| Lied and said his bike was in the «motor shop»
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| Drove my car once and made the tire pop
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| Still we had some fun, till I came to
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| 'Cause I wouldn’t be with you
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| On the Fourth of July, I met a man, «Pierre»
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| Lied about his age, but I didn’t care
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| Spoke in broken English but the heart was there
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| In those eyes of sky and ocean blue
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| 'Cause I wouldn’t be with you
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| He says he can’t believe he found me
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| Wraps his arms around me
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| Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah
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| I can’t let him in
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| You call me up and ask me how I’ve been
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| I’ll call your bluff and
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| No, I can’t let him in
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| You play me rough, but I won’t let you win
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| So, call my bluff, I’ll
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies
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| Count down to the day they may come true
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| I’m counting dow-ow-ow-ow-own
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| I’m still so dow-ow-ow-ow-own
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| I’ll come around |