| Every little blemish and every little smell
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| You get tears for doing madly and a kiss for doing well
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| But you’ve got to promise not to tell
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| It’s confidence
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| Outside the clubs of boyhood
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| Inside monogamy
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| All we know is that
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| Daytime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| Nighttime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| I’m scared to tell my mother and I’m scared to tell my mates
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| All the rotten smother and all the petty hates
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| Who haven’t got the nerve to break… confidence…
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| Outside the likes of business
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| Inside these bedroom walls
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| All we know is that
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| Daytime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| Nighttime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| «When I met you, it was only you, it’s only you that are true to me
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| And I can struggle, I can fight
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| As a young man, there’s nobody new that I can turn to…
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| Because you’re a girl…»
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| Daytime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| Nighttime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| Stuck along together, you’ll be stuck at home all day
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| Stuck its way of talking about what I wouldn’t say
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| To all the boys at work and play
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| With confidence
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| Outside the cuts of manhood
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| Inside monotony
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| All we do is that
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| Daytime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| Nighttime…
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| Break it back, break it back, break it back, my baby…
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| Confidence inherent in what a man must do
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| Reflects on everybody in confidence to you
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| But you haven’t got the heart to tell me… |