| There’s a new guy in town
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| He’s been dragging around
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| He’s the figure of youth
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| And his eyes are so blue
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| And they’re looking at you
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| So tell me the truth
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| Well, well he’s got stories to tell
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| He bites off more than he chews
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| Well, well is he ringing your bell
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| My heart is breaking in two
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| And his skin is so fair
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| And it shines like his hair
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| As he stands so aloof
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| With an indolent air
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| And an insolent stare
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| He just shutters the truth
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| Well, well is he ringing your bell
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| My heart is breaking in two
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| Well, well he’ll be rotting in hell
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| For playing the devil with you
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| It is aready too late
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| No point shutting the gate
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| Have you already swallowed the bait
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| And you’re gone
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| As he knocks you down cold
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| As you lose all control
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| To this slip of a youth
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| I see fire in his eyes
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| I see ice in his smile
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| And I’m learning the truth
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| Well, well he’s got stories to tell
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| Of love that is long overdue
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| Well, well who is under his spell
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| Is paying the devil his due |