| The girls
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| Are as fast as a game
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| Are as bright as a flame
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| And you’re always to blame
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| The girls
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| Are as pink as the light
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| And as dark as the night
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| And they’re always right
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| The girls
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| Are as cold as the sphinx
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| Always dreaming of minks
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| They drive you to drink
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| The girls
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| Are as soft as a sigh
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| That whispers good-bye
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| And leaves you to cry
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| But the dogs
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| Well, they’re only dogs
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| Just wagging their tails
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| As they watch it end
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| Oh, the dogs
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| Well, they’re only dogs
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| And maybe that’s why
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| They’re man’s best friend
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| The girls
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| Can make you feel cold
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| Can make you feel old
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| An antique to be sold
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| The girls
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| They play with your heart
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| They tear you apart
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| You’re never too smart
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| The girls
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| They throw you from towers
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| They’ll whip you with flowers
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| It depends on the hours
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| The girls
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| Will treat you like trash
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| Or let you be brash
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| It depends on your cash
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| But the dogs
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| Don’t depend on a thing
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| They just lick your face
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| When they see it end
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| Oh, the dogs
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| Don’t depend on a thing
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| And maybe that’s why
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| They’re man’s best friend
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| The girls
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| You know that they are vain
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| They will poison your brain
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| They will drive you insane
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| The girls
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| Will laugh at your jokes
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| How they love the coat
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| Aw, but it is all a hoax
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| The girls
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| Are still making dates
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| They still making you wait
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| And they say you are late
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| The girls
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| Are yours for a throw
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| At least you think so
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| Ah but you will never know
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| The dogs
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| Well you know the dogs
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| They lift up a leg
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| As they see it end
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| The dogs
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| Well you know the dogs
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| And maybe that’s why
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| They’re man’s best friend
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| The girls
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| They’re not what they seem
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| They all have a scheme
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| They call it a dream
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| The girls
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| Are as hot as they please
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| And you’re down on your knees
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| With the greatest of ease
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| The girls
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| Say you’re on the right track
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| Then they take it all back
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| Tie it up in a sack
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| The girls
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| They will give it of course
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| But they give with such force
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| That it gives you remorse
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| But the dogs
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| They give nothing at all
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| For they can do
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| Is just watch it end
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| Oh, the dogs
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| They give nothing at all
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| And maybe that’s why
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| They’re man’s best friend
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| And yet it’s because of the girls
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| When they’ve knocked us about
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| And our tears want to shout
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| That we kick the dogs out |