| Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
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| From my window I’m staring while my coffee grows cold
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| Look over there! |
| Where?
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| There’s a lady that I used to know
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| She’s married now or engaged or something
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| So I am told
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| Is she really going out with him?
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| Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
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| Is she really going out with him?
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| Cause if my eyes don’t deceive me Theres something going wrong around here… round here
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| Tonights the night when I go to all the parties down my street
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| I wash my hair and I kid myself I look real smooth
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| Look over there! |
| Where?
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| Here comes Amy with her new boyfriend
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| They say that looks don’t count for much
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| And so there goes your proof
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| Is she really going out with him?
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| Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
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| Is she really going out with him?
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| Cause if my eyes don’t deceive me Theres something going wrong around here… around here
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| But if looks could kill
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| There’s a man there whos more down as dead
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| Cause I’ve had my fill
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| Listen you, take your hands from her head
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| I get so mean around this scene
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| Is she really going out with him?
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| Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
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| Is she really going out with him?
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| Cause if my eyes don’t deceive me Theres something going wrong around here… around here |