| I’m lying to myself
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| But I don’t know if I’m prepared to listen
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| The answer is skin deep
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| Where can I find a simpler complexion?
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| Maybe I can, maybe I can’t
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| Maybe a baby or maybe a plant
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| I could buy a gun, a new pair of shoes
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| I’ll make you unhappy
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| So don’t make me choose
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| Between the devil I know, the devil I don’t
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| A lover who loves me and a lover who won’t
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| Accept that I’m so confused
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| About love and love I have refused
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| I’ll get a lot of ink out of our affair
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| I’ll get a lot of ink out of our affair
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| It’s over the kitchen sink with flowers in our hair
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| But, baby, I don’t care
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| I want what I can’t have
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| But if by chance I get it I don’t want it
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| I want to hold your hand
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| But holding hands holds more demands than answers
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| Give me a kiss, give me a break
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| Give me a miss 'cause I won’t stay awake
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| Beyond the flattery dash
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| Caught in a crush
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| A moment of pash before the pregnant hush
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| Is it two hearts or three? |
| Shaken or stirred?
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| Give me an answer or give me the bird
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| Oh won’t you tell me about the loves in your life?
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| You’re nobody’s fool and nobody’s wife
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| You, you execute love’s pas de deux
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| But you think you’re just par for the course
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| And your kisses have no strings attached
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| And your love is always left on the latch
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| You’re such a sweet thing
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| Not a catch phrase or a dance craze
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| But the nature of my success
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| Seems to make your tears jingles for singles |