| We’re in love, let’s be together
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| Happy times or heavy weather
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| Mother says, «today's a special day»
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| So let’s not fight, o. |
| k… yeah
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| When you were at school you were a honey
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| The boys all loved you, you loved the money
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| The boys would stare, you’d cross your legs
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| And then you’d toss your hair
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| A way
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| Yes you get by
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| A way
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| Money’s scarce, but family honor
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| Brings it home brings it home
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| And down the shop, the tongues they snicker
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| TV dinners, beer and liquor… oh yeah
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| Skeletons fall out of cupboards
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| Curtains drawn fall open to allow
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| The light shows up the dust
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| That plays around your face
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| Innocence and lies don’t make a perfect match
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| Leave your door unlatched
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| I know a word can be untrue
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| And yet still move you
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| All the time they bring their friends 'round
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| Dress you up, show you up
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| And all the time they told you it was true
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| Well I’ll believe you now
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| But then I just don’t know I
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| Think I have to reconsider, yeah
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| I know when she got married
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| She looked fine in white and lacy frills
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| Oh yeah, she had a baby
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| It was painful, it was worth it
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| And all the time they stuck the knife in
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| Pulled it up and twist it around
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| Well that’s fine… fine… fine |