| Yesterday when I looked into your eyes
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| I could see that something un-towards been going on
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| At the restaurant when I kissed you
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| I could tell that somehow you had been doing me wrong
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| They say you’re calling me a liar
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| My rage is like a burning fire
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| Baby
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| Tellin' tales outta school
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| They say you don’t love me any more
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| Tellin' tales outta school you’re cheating and lying
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| But I know the score
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| But I ain’t the kind to sit around while others talk about me behind my back
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| There’s a confrontation building up and talk about the pot that called the
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| kettle black
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| You expect me to be good humoured
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| But love has died or so it’s rumoured
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| Baby
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| Tellin' tales outta school
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| They say you don’t love me any more
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| Tellin' tales outta school
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| You’re cheating and lying
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| But I know the score
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| There can be no mistaking the liberties you’re taking
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| And though my heart is breaking
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| My anger’s got me shaking
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| Tellin' tales outta school
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| They say you don’t love me any more
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| Tellin' tales outta school you’re cheating and lying
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| But I know the score
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| Tellin' tales outta school
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| They say you don’t love me any more
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| Tellin' tales outta school you’re cheating and lying
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| But I know the score… |