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If she's not here by now |
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Then I guess she's not coming |
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If she's not here by now |
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Then I guess I don't care |
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Waiter, I won't waste your time anymore |
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You've already started to sweep down the floor |
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I guess she's not coming, I'll head for the door |
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I'll be taking my business elsewhere |
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It wasn't for me |
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That spark in her eyes |
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It wasn't for me |
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That halo in her hair |
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When she touched me a lump rose up in my throat |
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But she must act that way with any old soak |
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And waiter, you don't seem to share in the joke |
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So I'll be taking my business elsewhere |
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She called me her fantasy |
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Boldly she kissed me |
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I'll never get over |
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The sheer surprise of her |
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Acting that way |
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And I'm healing okay |
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But for the eyes of her |
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It's cold in the rain |
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And it's dark and it's sad |
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And I'll miss her tonight |
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On my lonely back stair |
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I'm sorry I took up so much of your space |
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I'll move down the street to a friendlier place |
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'Cos I guess she's not coming and you're sick of my face |
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I'll be taking my business elsewhere |