| Is it you again outside,
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| Just banging on the front door?
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| You say you had enough,
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| Now you’re coming' back for more,
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| But that’s alright.
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| I said that that’s alright.
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| I may not want to admit it,
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| I’m just a fool for your stockings I believe.
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| Now I don’t mind when you send money
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| And bring your girlfriends with you,
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| But how could one be so thoughtless to try
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| And handle less than two?
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| But that’s alright.
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| I said that that’s alright, baby.
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| I may not want to admit it,
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| I’m just a fool for your stockings I believe.
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| Now I’m tellin' everybody
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| It seems too good to be true:
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| Sweet things can always get sweeter.
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| I know mine did, how about you?
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| Yes, it’s alright.
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| I said, yes it is, that’s alright.
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| I may not want to admit it,
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| I’m just a fool for your stockings I believe. |