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New asking eyes each day |
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Some always trying to make me stay |
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And steal my love away |
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They won't do any harm |
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Something calls me back to your arms |
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And sounds all the alarms |
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Staying in line is easy, which is to say, it's fine |
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The things I do for you girl I never mind |
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I used to get my way |
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In everything I'd do or say |
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And sit around all day |
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Now I work nine till five |
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For some big day that won't arrive |
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But I don't feel deprived |
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Working a job is easy, which is to say, it's fine |
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The things I do for you girl I never mind |
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Staying in line is easy, which is to say, it's fine |
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And the things I do for you girl I never mind |
