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He said 'Come on now babe |
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Let's take a little drive |
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Go slumming down the Carson's in my black X-5.' |
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Samples from the Clinique counter and up the escalator |
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And then a knowing glance from last night's cute, talkative waiter |
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Surprise, surprise |
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Going through five hundred king Egyptian size count satin cotton sheets |
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A smirk hello from the tanning salon boy |
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My man mumbled, he realized |
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'They told me that she cheats.' |
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'Oh, don't you start! Jealous heart.' |
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Jealous heart. Jealous heart |
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I put one foot forward and one foot back |
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My hand upon my hip |
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I gave my hair a flip |
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I can't help it |
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What's he think I got all this loving for |
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Well guess what |
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He don't pay my bills no more |
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Well I guess |
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All this stuff |
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That'll befall ya and bedevil ya |
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And try ya |
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I'll move back in with Yaiyai |
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My daughter, we named her Maureen |
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Can you believe it |
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I never believed it, or her |
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Because she called you Connie |
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The Don Juan he, my husband, loved redheards and thought this name |
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Would turn his baby into the same |
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And each time I see you, Connie |
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Yes? |
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I say God bless, my dear departed Peter |
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That he never had to meet her |
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His beautiful granddaughter who dyed |
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It would have killed him again |
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Her gorgeous red-brown hair black |
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When she turned 15 behind my back |
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You lived with me at that time |
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Yes, I did |
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You were such a cute and smart and obedient and happy and pretty little kid |
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My beautiful granddaughter who dyed |
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Her gorgeous red-brown hair black |
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When she turned fifteen behind my back |
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And which Kevin were you dating |
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I mean letting take advantage of you then |
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the black one, or the white one |
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Once upon a time there were two Kevins |
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You mean two jerks |
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Once upon a time there were two Kevins |
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And being with one Kevin was being in one heaven |
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And not being with the other swell was being in another, well |
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Kevin and Kevin were best friends since seven |
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La la la-la-la la la |
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When they met at Joey Meyer's |
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Red White and Blue Demon basketball seminar tutorial clinic day care camp |
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For underprivileged kids |
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And overstimulated brats. |
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And they're both wearing vintage throw-back fourty five dollar |
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Nineteen eighty three White Sox hats |
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And now at H-F |
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Point guard and shooting guard |
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And now at H-F |
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Point guard and shooting guard |
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And the drill team shouting themselves deaf |
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And then back in the back yard |
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Yours, Yaiyai |
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With the one and then the next night with the other one and one big secret |
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I mean two |
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But little did I know that they knew |
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They knew |
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And would slap each other on the back |
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About what it was they'd do |
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They knew |
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They knew |
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Well, we can talk about it, Connie |
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But often, memories are better off sung |
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Remember when you were young |
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Remember when I was young |
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Remember when you were young |
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Remember when I was young |
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La la la... |
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La la la... |
