| Well, I stood beside the rain today
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| And twisted out my shirt
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| And she’s a cooly you could say
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| When she gets down in the dirt
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| She puffs her pillow up so high
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| It’s like she’s hanging in the sky
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| She claims it was a crazy guy
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| Who taught her how to hurt
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| Yeah, kept her so alert… oh
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| I felt so under sideways down
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| When she showed me all her prints
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| I could not help but feel confused
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| When she threw that heavy hint
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| Oh, she pulled out all her magazines
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| She spread them out like chocolate dreams
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| Her eyes were shooting dagger beams
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| She changed into her silk
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| I stood there drinking milk
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| Well, I could leave or stay
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| Makes no difference either way
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| She said, don’t listen to her words
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| As if they were all dead
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| She said she never made decisions
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| But the last thing that she said
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| Just before she turned the bed
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| She said well I could leave or stay
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| Makes no difference either way… O. K
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| Well I could leave or stay |