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In the spring when the feeling was chronic |
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And my caution was leaving you flat, |
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I should have made use of the tonic |
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Before you gave me that! |
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A mental deficient you'll grade me. |
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I've given you plenty of data. |
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You came, you saw and you slayed me, |
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And that-a is that-a! |
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I'm a sentimental sap, that's all. |
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What's the use of trying not to fall? |
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I have no will, |
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You've made your kill |
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'Cause you took advantage of me! |
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I'm just like an apple on a bough |
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And you're gonna shake me down somehow. |
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So what's the use, |
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You've cooked my goose |
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'Cause you took advantage of me! |
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I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know |
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My elbow from my ear. |
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I suffer something awful each time you go |
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And much worse when you're near. |
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Here am I with all my bridges burned, |
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Just a babe in arms where you're concerned, |
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So lock the doors |
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And call me yours |
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'Cause you took advantage of me. |
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When a girl has the heart of a mother |
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It must go to someone, of course; |
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It can't be a sister or brother |
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And so I loved my horse. |
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But horses are frequently silly- |
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Mine ran from the beach of Kailua |
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And left me alone for a filly, |
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So I-a picked you-a. |
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I'm a sentimental sap, that's all. |
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What's the use of trying not to fall? |
|
I have no will, |
|
You've made your kill |
|
'Cause you took advantage of me! |
|
I'm just like an apple on a bough |
|
And you're gonna shake me down somehow. |
|
So what's the use, |
|
You've cooked my goose |
|
'Cause you took advantage of me! |
|
I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know |
|
My elbow from my ear. |
|
I suffer something awful each time you go |
|
And much worse when you're near. |
|
Here am I with all my bridges burned, |
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Just a babe in arms where you're concerned, |
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So lock the doors |
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And call me yours |
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'Cause you took advantage of me. |
