| high class lady, sure looking fine
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| elegant walk, moves to grace the eye
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| found out the hard way,
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| when it was too late
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| i was just one more in her heartless reign
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| hey buddy, called her on the phone
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| want to see her, but she’s never home
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| thought she loved me when
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| she called my name
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| i feel like a fool, 'cause i’ve
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| lost her evil game
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| get ready
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| get ready
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| get ready for the cold, cold truth
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| get ready
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| get ready
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| get ready for the cold, cold blues
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| said she’s going to meet,
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| checking for the time
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| walking on a tight wire,
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| burning me with lies
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| waiting for a change was my big mistake
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| i was just another heart for her to break
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| hey buddy, how was i to know
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| friends tried to warm me,
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| soften up the blow
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| thought she loved me,
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| she was not to blame
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| i feel like a fool 'cause i’ve
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| lost her evil game
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| get ready
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| get ready
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| get ready for the cold, cold truth
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| get ready
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| get ready
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| get ready for the cold, cold blues
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| hey buddy, called her on the phone
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| want to see her, but she’s never home
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| thought she loved me when
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| she called my name
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| i feel like a fool 'cause
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| i’ve lost her evil game
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| get ready
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| get ready
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| get ready for the cold, cold truth
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| get ready
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| get ready
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| get ready for the cold, cold blues. |