| Same old weekend, she pays off her hairdresser
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| Then she buys a hat
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| I never complain 'cos I feel like a martyr
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| I kind of like it like that
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| New hi-fi, she says it could be louder
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| The same familiar scene
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| Over-reacting, she’s taking a powder
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| Laying the blame on me
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| She’s gone thru the slips again
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| Gone like a kiss
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| Gone thru the slips again
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| She didn’t have to cheat me
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| Didn’t have to treat me like this
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| Back next morning, pretend she’s never happened
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| She’s all over me
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| I look to her side when she runs to the bathroom
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| To the vanishing cream
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| She’s gone thru the slips again
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| Gone like a kiss
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| Gone thru the slips again
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| She didn’t have to cheat me
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| She didn’t have to treat me like this
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| She’s gone thru the slips again
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| Gone like a kiss
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| Gone thru the slips again
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| She didn’t have to treat me
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| She didn’t have to treat me like this
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| Every day now it’s just another showdown
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| I won’t take much more
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| Chews me up, and spitting out the pieces
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| Walk out the door
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| She’s gone thru the slips again
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| Gone like a kiss
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| Gone thru the slips again
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| She didn’t have to cheat me
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| Didn’t have to treat me like this
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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| She’s gone thru the slips again
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| Gone like a kiss
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| Gone thru the slips again
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| She didn’t have to cheat me
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| Didn’t have to treat me like this |