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You should get your story straight |
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Before I start to doubt it' |
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Cause if you've worn your lipstick off |
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I want to hear about it |
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And telling me would be such a breeze |
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Saying if you want to leave |
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I think I'm getting the drift |
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You want some time with your friends |
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On the night and weekends |
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You take the time for yourself |
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Both of us used to spend |
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Before you make it better |
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Before you make it worse |
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First things first |
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I don't think it's an accident |
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You treat me like a dummy, hold on, hold on |
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Well, I've been asking for the truth |
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At least just tell me something, hold on, hold on |
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And telling me would be such a breeze |
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Let me know, don't let me be |
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It's almost too easy |
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I'm holding you by the hand |
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More like the nape of your neck |
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Why don't you draw up a list |
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You have to frequently check? |
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And put some things in order |
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And lose it in your purse |
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But first things first |
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I'm holding you by the hand |
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More like the nape of your neck |
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Why don't you draw up a list |
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You have to frequently check? |
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And put some things in order |
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And lose it in your purse |
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First things first |
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And all that time with your friends |
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On every night and weekends |
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You take the time for yourself |
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Both of us used to spend |
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Before you make it better |
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Before you make it worse |
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First things first |
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Things first |
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Things first |
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Things first |
