| At least turn the sound off of your phone
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| Make me guess, don’t let it be known:
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girls
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| Who put that space between us
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| Who you never seem to ignore
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girls
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| Who draw a line between us
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| Who dig me a whole in the floor
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girls
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| Who you never fail to humor
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| Who you tell me don’t matter at all
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girls
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| Who maintain your attention
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| Who never question you at all
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| It’s one of those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girls
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| You mention him at dinner
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| He crowded conversation
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb boys
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| Who never catch a hint
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| Or recognize me at all
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb boys
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| With their hopeful queries
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| Who are only ever joking
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb boys
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| With their charming tact
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| No history behind them
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb boys
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| Who send you flowers
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| Who cook all your meals
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| You’re talking to those dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb boys
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| These boys
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| These girls
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| These boys
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| These girls
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| These boys |