| I live to please, and that’s the notion
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| But I’m pressed for time—let's make it gold
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| I’m too good to cut outside—to transform
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| Exhale with pleasure and let it drop
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| You’ll lie to me, but I won’t know
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| Until she keeps you under thumb
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| Hold on while I confess in the corner of names and shame
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| Was it wrong or right? |
| We just can’t tell
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| I live to please—to serve
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| Some call it Hell, but that’s the sell, yeah
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| So it rains and pours, and we all get doused
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| You’ll lie to me, but I won’t know
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| Until she keeps you under thumb
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| In the back of the cabinet, you’ll find it’s home
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| When she keeps you under thumb
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| O' I did what I done, and I can’t undone
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| So you got what you got
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| Don’t you want me?
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| You’ll lie to me, but I won’t know
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| Until she keeps you under thumb
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| In the back of the cabinet, you’ll find it’s home
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| When she keeps you under thumb |