| I think it’s funny how you could find yourself alone
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| With someone else in an ideal situation
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| Without a shred of good intentions between you
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| Much less a decent explanation
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| I couldn' tell you why she summoned me
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| Sometimes you get lucky
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| And they think that you were someone else
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| I can’t remember what she said
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| Was she trying to tell me something
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| Or talking to herself
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| Go upstairs don’t close the door
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| Why don’t you give her what she’s asking for
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| Spill the drink onto the bed
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| That’s just between her and her friend
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| But it made it hard to sleep
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| 'Til her head felt even worse
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| And I hope that she felt miserable
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| When it was time to go to work
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| Her and her friend
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| Just did it as revenge
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| So any excess pain you feel
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| Isn’t any consequence
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| But don’t feel bad
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| Cause you didn’t stand a chance
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| You can make a hasty exit
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| That’s how they handle it in France
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| Little consolation
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| Even if you always knew it
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| So any nasty things I say
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| Are purely theraputic
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| Go upstairs don’t close the door
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| Why don’t you give her what she’s asking for
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| Spill the drink onto the bed
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| That’s just between her and her friend
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| Close the door leave on the light
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| And kiss her for a little while
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| The liquor soaked into the sheets
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| She said it’s getting late you’d better leave |