| I love your old and sweet perfume but not those eyes.
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| Your smell is part of no disguise.
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| And I am smiling but I’ve fallen,
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| I’ve fallen for your legs,
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| The ones I’ve seen a hundred thousand times before.
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| With or without you lying next to me,
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| We are personifying tears.
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| The ones of ash, in an ashtray, that’s been dropped on the floor,
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| The one I’ve dropped a hundred thousand times before.
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| And the one I’ve cleaned a hundred thousand times before.
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| But lady,
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| You look so good tonight.
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| Baby,
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| You’ve lost your bag and your tights are gone,
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| But it’s okay, 'cause you’ve made my day.
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| (you made my day)
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| I never stole a thing apart from mamas car,
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| And maybe a cigarette or two,
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| But you’re a thief, you took my heart, girl.
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| It’s locked behind the door,
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| The one I’ve knocked on a hundred thousand times before.
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| No use, I’ve knocked a hundred thousand times before.
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| But lady,
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| You look so good tonight.
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| Baby,
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| You lost your bag and your tights are gone,
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| But it’s okay, because you’ve made my day.
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| I swear it’s okay, you’ve made my day.
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| (you made my day) |