| You hide behind a podium
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| Buried in a big thick book
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| You’re preaching the gospel
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| Of nervous fear and dirty looks
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| If I had a dime for every ten cent word you said
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| I’d be be out of debt so fast
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| You’d be out of my head so fast
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| I’d be back into bed so fast
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| Getting the best of you at last
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| You hide behind a podium
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| Buried in a big thick book
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| You’re preaching the gospel
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| Of nervous fear and dirty looks
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| You hide behind a podium
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| Baptisme by fire
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| You’re preaching the gospel
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| But now you’re preaching to the choir
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| If I had a dime for every ten cent word you said
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| I’d be be out of debt so fast
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| You’d be out of my head so fast
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| I’d be back into bed so fast
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| Getting the best of you at last
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| Won’t kiss ass to get ahead
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| Or hang on every word you said
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| Turning tables turning heads
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| We’ll teach you a few things instead
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| Isn’t that what you wanted? |