| Had me a trick and a kick and your message
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| You’ll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
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| Then thought that I could decipher your message
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| There’s no one here dear no one at all
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| And if I’m wasting all your time this time
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| Maybe you never learned to take
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| And if I’m hanging on to your shade
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| I guess I’m way beyond the pale
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| And southern men can grow gold (you can tell me it’s over)
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| Can grow pertty (it's over)
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| Blood can be pertty (you can tell me)
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| Like a delicate man (over, over your shoulder)
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| Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered (you can tell me it’s over,
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| it’s over)
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| That lets you in lets you in lets you in (come in Houston)
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| And if I’m wasting all your time this time
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| I guess you never learned to take
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| And if I’m hanging on to your shade
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| I guess I’m way beyond the pale
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| Something’s just
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| Something’s just keeping you numb
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| You told me last night you were a sun now
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| With your very own devoted satellite
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| Happy for you and I am sure that I hate you
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| Two sons too many too many able fires, hey yes
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| You’ve been wasting all my time this time (you can tell me it’s over) (I saw
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| you)
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| I said you never learned to take (you can tell me, over, over your shoulder)
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| And if I’m hanging on to your shade
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| I guess I’m way beyond the pale
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| I guess I’m way beyond the pale
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| Had me a trick and a kick and your message
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| You’ll never gain weight from a doughnut hole |