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There's a brand new man in town |
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He shares in my interests |
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He's a handsome, well-fed clown |
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Got his eyes on desert |
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"Why don't you come over |
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So you can hear me?" |
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"You're a snake in the grass |
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I don't want you near me" |
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Well he said, "You've got me wrong |
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It's not her I am after" |
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There's an argument that says |
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Everyone is a little bit |
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You know |
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Well I shuffle in my seat |
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And I had to admit it |
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He was more like me than me |
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And I couldn't forget it |
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Well he moved on to the sofa |
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And I avoided all his glances |
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And I concentrated on her |
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I shift from side to side |
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And I mumble like a child |
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And I contemplate disaster |
