| «Save it!»
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| She stopped and soberly said
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| «That sort of sexless exclamation simply don’t stand or sit too well with me
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| So if you’re gonna sell it better
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| Give it some melody, baby
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| Give it some melody, baby.»
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| Oh!
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| And so I straightened my posture
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| I bent and belted my tones
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| And now we’re cookin' with fire, babe, but I gotta say
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| I’m still amazed the way you barely blame yourself
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| Baby, I’m still amazed that there’s always somebody else
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| And I’m still amazed you stomached it
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| I read your book, babe, cover to cover
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| You covet carelessly, then cleverly come clean incompletely
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| Completely leaving me believing
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| Even when I’ve seen the treason with my eyes
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| It’s like you’re some kind of goddamn sociopath
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| Oh!
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| Past the point of redemption
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| Painful, permanent scars!
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| Now we’re cooking with fire, babe, but I gotta say
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| I’m still amazed the way you barely blame yourself!
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| Baby, I’m still amazed that there’s always somebody else
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| And I’m still amazed the way you barely blame yourself
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| (Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned my body down?)
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| Baby, I’m still amazed that there’s always somebody else
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| (Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned me?)
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| And I’m still amazed you stomached it
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| Oh!
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| Past the point of redemption
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| Painful, permanent scars!
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| (Give it some melody, baby
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| Give it some melody, baby
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| Give it some melody, baby
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| Give it some melody, baby.)
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| Now we’re cooking with fire, babe, but I gotta say
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| I’m still amazed the way you barely blame yourself!
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| Baby, I’m still amazed that there’s always somebody else
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| And I’m still amazed the way you barely blame yourself
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| (Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned my body down?)
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| Baby, I’m still amazed that there’s always somebody else
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| (Tell me, how did you stand the smell when you burned me?)
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| I’m still amazed you stomached it |