| I don’t know why I bring you around
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| when you you star tout so dry
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| and then decide to be quiet
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| like an angry shout
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| when you consider yourself
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| and you do consider yourself
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| well give me something that you like
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| if there’s something you’re so proud about
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| you’re in love with someone
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| you’re gonna love 'til it’s done
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| you’re in love with someone you don’t like
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| you should have been a rich wife
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| now tell me is your high horse
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| getting a little hard to ride?
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| And your little bit on the side
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| getting harder to find?
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| When you get restless at night
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| but it’s too late to start
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| and there’s nothing left to eat in this house but your heart
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| you should have been a rich wife
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| I don’t know why I bring you around
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| just to dis the art and look the part
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| but there’s a bit you’re leaving out
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| and you keep it all to yourself
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| but it’s not the wine that brings a crowd
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| and the crowd is not much help
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| but you see the clouds and put your signal out
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| and then count the notches on your belt
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| you’re in love with someone
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| you’re gonna love 'til it’s done
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| you’re in love with someone you don’t like
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| you should have been a rich wife
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| it was the good life |