| When I like you, it’s total revenge
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| I want to, but I can pretend
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| That I don’t need to be your side again
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| Wrap me up in a plastic case
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| Pat me down with your warm embrace
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| I wanna know where you’ve laid your face
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| At night for all these years
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| You’re a problem that I can’t abide
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| I could sleep well, if only I tried
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| But I stay up and dream of a bride to be
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| Oh me! |
| Oh my!
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| Give it up! |
| I can’t wait no more
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| I am stuck on your bedroom floor
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| With the thought that I may not be
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| As great as those who came before
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| There’s a man assigned to me
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| And he checks on my stability
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| We discuss you every week
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| Then I rinse and rinse, repeat
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| But maybe, I can show you, baby!
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| Maybe, I can relax for good, whoa, baby!
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| I can show you, maybe, baby
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| There’s a man assigned to me
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| And he checks on my stability
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| We discuss you every week
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| Then I rinse and rinse, repeat
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| And he charges by the tear
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| 'Til I weep no more, strictly out of fear
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| That I can’t afford your love
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| And the moon just burns above
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| Okay |