| I met a girl, she was a frog princess
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| I guess I ought to make it clear
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| That I saw nothing through her see-through dress
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| Until she whispered in my ear
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| «You don’t really love me and I don’t really mind
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| 'Cause I don’t love anybody
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| That stuff is just a waste of time
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| Your place or mine?»
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| I met a girl, she was a complete mess
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| I should’ve left her well alone—but oh no, not me!
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| I had to see if underneath that dress
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| Her heart was really made of stone
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| «You don’t really love me and I don’t really mind
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| 'Cause I don’t love anybody
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| That stuff is just a waste of time
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| Your place or mine?»
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| I met a girl, she was a frog princess
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| And yes I do regret it now
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| But how was I to know that just one kiss
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| Could turn my frog into a cow?
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| And now I’m rid of her I must confess
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| To thinking 'bout what might have been
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| And I can visualise my frog princess
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| Beneath a shining guillotine
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| You don’t really love me and baby that is al- right
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| 'Cause I don’t love anybody
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| I come and go through people’s love lives
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| Your place or mine? |