| Of all the creepy guys who ever walked the earth
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| You found yourself one for the ages
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| I kept my two cents to myself, for what it’s worth
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| When I heard you sing his praises
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| Oh yeah, but now I’m realizing how I
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| Should have said something before it went this far
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| Run Mascara Run
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| Send him back where he came from
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| Let him have his fun
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| Collecting notches for his gun
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| Sad song has been sung
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| So spit him out like bubblegum
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| And just Run Mascara Run
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| We’ve all known lots of guys who play the game like him
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| Where love is just another trophy
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| The red flags wave to say «Don't let the games begin»
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| But there’s quicksand, one night only
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| Oh yeah, but now I’m realizing how I
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| Should have said something before it went this far
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| Run Mascara Run
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| Send him back where he came from
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| Let him have his fun
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| Collecting notches for his gun
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| Sad song has been sung
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| So spit him out like bubblegum
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| And just Run Mascara Run
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| No fare-thee-well for this one
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| Just say goodbye and don’t look back
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| Run Mascara Run
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| Like a popsicle in the sun
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| Let the teardrops come
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| Shed a few and then be done
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| Sad song has been sung
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| So spit him out like bubblegum
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| And just Run Mascara Run
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| Just Run Mascara Run
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| Just Run Mascara Run
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| Run Mascara
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| Run Mascara
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| Run |